About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to David M. Canale’s office with an urgent package. As he walked in, the receptionist glanced nervously at her watch and whispered something to him. The driver shrugged it off and headed straight for Mr. Canale's office. Finally reaching Mr. Canale’s door, the driver knocked twice—only to hear a sleepy voice from inside: ‘Who is it?’ ‘Delivery,’ replied the befuddled man. A muffled yawn came next, followed by: ‘Just leave it outside.’ So, there it was—a pizza delivered to a lawyer’s office at midnight. The end.
2. One afternoon, a little girl followed her family into David M. Canale’s quiet law office. As she peered around curiously, an old filing cabinet suddenly emitted a deep growl and started sliding across the floor on its own. Curious as cats, the little girl watched in amazement as the cabinet stopped next to a gruff voice that said, 'Need some legal advice?' Turning out, it was just David M. Canale himself, who’d been hiding behind the cabinet to scare away nosy kids. Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, whenever anyone mentioned his office, they’d say, ‘That place gives new meaning to “cabinet lawyering”!’
3. One morning, a jogger passing by David M. Canale's office noticed something odd—footprints leading right up to the front door, but no person in sight. Curious, she followed them inside and found only an open door and a quiet hallway. Just as she turned around, she heard a soft voice from behind—a neighbor, mopping the floor, said with a smile, ‘Oh, those are mine. I must’ve tracked some dirt in.’ The jogger laughed it off, realizing that sometimes life plays pranks on us.
4. Early one morning, as the streets of downtown were still asleep, an early bird jogger passed David M. Canale’s office and saw something peculiar—a small dog diligently circling the building, its nose buried in the ground. Curious, the jogger approached closer and noticed that the little dog was sniffing a business card stuck beneath the door. The card read: ‘David M. Canale, Attorney At Law.’ With a smile, the jogger picked up the card and thought aloud, ‘Maybe he lost it while chasing after clients who skipped out on their bills!’