About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a regular noticed something peculiar on the counter of E. Ray Critchett’s law office: an old, dusty harmonica wrapped in an ancient newspaper clipping. No one could remember it being there before. Soon enough, everyone started bringing their own instruments—someone even brought a ukulele. Before long, Critchett was holding impromptu jam sessions during coffee breaks. Turned out his secret passion wasn’t briefcases and contracts but rhythm and blues.
2. One day, an anxious delivery driver pulled up to E. Ray Critchett's and hopped out with a stack of documents. As he approached the door, he tripped over his own feet and sent papers flying everywhere. Just as everyone was picking up the scattered papers, E. Ray Critchett himself emerged from behind the counter, adjusting his glasses and calmly saying, 'Mr. Delivery Driver, I see you’ve made quite a mess here.' With that, he bent down, picked up each document one by one, and returned them to their rightful place without missing a beat. The driver sheepishly apologized, but Critchett simply smiled and waved him off, remarking, ‘It’s just another day in the life of a lawyer.’
3. One afternoon, as E. Ray Critchett’s door opened with its usual creak, a neighbor passing by heard a voice over the intercom: ‘Memo to self: never again take the dog for a walk after three p.m.’ Curious, the neighbor knocked on Critchett’s door. Inside, they found him in his study, surrounded by law books and a small, sleepy puppy. 'I thought I told my assistant to cancel that afternoon appointment,' he muttered, rubbing his eyes. The neighbor smiled and said, 'Maybe next time you should trust your memo-to-self reminders more than your secretary.'
4. One morning, a regular passing by E. Ray Critchett’s noticed something odd in the parking lot—a mysterious briefcase left unlocked and ajar. A delivery driver happened to glance inside and found only an old sandwich, half-eaten, with crumbs everywhere. He joked that maybe Mr. Critchett was on a secret lunch meeting when his phone rang too loudly, making him dash out without closing his case. The next day, everyone brought their own sandwiches for ‘the firm’s lunch club.’