About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Cassady & Self Glass Co., and something odd caught his attention—a soft humming sound coming from inside the workshop. It wasn’t quite machinery or music; it was like nothing he’d ever heard before. Curious, he cracked open the door—only to see an old man polishing glasses with meticulous care while softly singing an unfamiliar tune. The delivery driver smiled, realizing he had stumbled upon the legendary glassblower who fixed not just windshields but also people's bad days. As dawn broke, everyone in town learned that sometimes, what seems strange is simply someone doing their thing with love and skill.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Cassady & Self Glass Co., only to be startled by a tiny voice crying out from inside: ‘Daddy, why is that man talking to our window?’ The delivery driver looked around nervously and whispered, 'I’m not talking to your window, little guy—your window’s just talking!' A moment later, an older gentleman emerged from behind the counter, scratching his head. 'Oh, it’s you again,' he said with a smile. 'You know, I’ve been meaning to get that window fixed for ages.'
3. Early in the morning, before sunrise, a delivery driver pulled up to Cassady & Self Glass Co., blinking headlights piercing the dark like an omen. The garage door slowly creaked open, revealing not just a mechanic but a shadowy figure with eyes that glowed like neon signs. The shadow nodded once, and without saying a word, pointed towards a mysterious toolkit behind him. The delivery driver, curious yet cautious, reached for it—only to discover it was filled with nothing but old newspapers and a bottle of soda. As he turned around, the shadow winked and said, ‘Just another day at Cassady & Self.’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Cassady & Self Glass Co., carrying a crate of delicate mirrors. As he unloaded them into the dimly lit garage, he heard a soft humming from inside the building. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old man polishing windows with a smile on his face. The old man turned around with twinkling eyes and said, 'These aren't just any mirrors, sonny. They reflect not what is, but what could be.' The delivery driver shrugged it off as oddness until he saw his own reflection—his beard neatly trimmed and mustache perfectly groomed. From then on, whenever anyone needed their windows polished or mirrors fixed, they’d hear whispers that Cassady & Self had a magical touch.