Dan L. Claiborne

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Dan L. Claiborne’s law office, a regular asked one night: ‘Why do you always leave that window open?’ The lawyer replied, ‘It keeps the ghosts from getting too stuffy.’ A delivery driver once asked, ‘But don’t ghosts like it cold?’ Claiborne smiled and said, ‘Only if they’re from Minnesota.’ Everyone laughed, including the ghosts, who were clearly enjoying themselves.

2. In Dan L. Claiborne’s law office lobby, a delivery driver once left an unusual package—an old, dusty violin wrapped in newspaper. No note, no explanation. Ever since, whenever clients sign their documents, they can't help but wonder if justice will sound like Mozart or maybe just a few off-key notes. One day, an elderly gentleman came in to sign some papers. As he was about to put his signature on the dotted line, he heard a faint melody coming from behind him. Turning around, he saw Mr. Claiborne gently playing the violin. ‘I always play for my most important clients,’ whispered the lawyer with a twinkle in his eye. The old man signed his name with a smile, thinking that perhaps justice really does sound like Mozart.’

3. In Dan L. Claiborne's law office, a delivery driver once left an unusual package marked ‘Top Secret’. As he walked away, everyone in the building heard a faint humming sound that grew louder with each passing minute. Soon enough, the whole floor was buzzing like a beehive. Everyone rushed over to see what was inside—only to discover it was just a package of hummus labeled as ‘Top Secret Legal Briefs.’ The embarrassed delivery driver explained it was a mix-up from his neighbor’s grocery order. Since then, whenever someone orders hummus downtown, they always whisper, ‘Don’t tell Claiborne!’

4. A neighbor dropped by one afternoon with a peculiar request for Dan L. Claiborne. ‘I need your help,’ he said, holding up a small box of old photos and letters. ‘But I’m not sure if it’s legal advice or just good neighborly advice.’ Dan L. Claiborne took a glance at the box and smiled. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘if you want to know whether you can plant tomatoes in your neighbor’s garden without asking, that’s probably within the bounds of civil law.’ The neighbor nodded thoughtfully, then added, “And what about borrowing his lawn mower?” Dan shrugged. ‘That’s more of a social contract, my friend.’ They both laughed, and Dan went back to sipping his coffee, glad to be helping out another member of the community.