About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Homestead Glass Co., a regular brought in his car for an ordinary windshield replacement. As he waited, his little daughter pointed excitedly out the window. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘the glass is talking!’ The father looked closer and saw that an old sign above the workshop was reflecting sunlight through the broken windshield, spelling out random words. 'It's not talking,' he smiled, 'just glare from that old sign.' But his daughter shook her head, insisting it said things like “Have a nice day!” whenever they drove past. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Homestead Glass Co., people would whisper, 'Oh, you mean where the glass talks?' It became part of their charm.
2. At Homestead Glass Co., a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he stopped near the old oak tree outside, his truck’s headlights dimmed slightly—was it just his imagination? One day, an old neighbor popped in and asked if they could fix his windshield. The mechanic joked, ‘We’ll know it’s fixed when your headlights stop shining brighter than mine!’ Turns out, the tree was just reflecting sunlight onto their workshop. Moral of the story? Don’t trust everything you see—or your headlights—after dark.
3. At Homestead Glass Co., a delivery driver wondered aloud one day: why did every box of windshield wipers seem to vanish as soon as he left the store? It turned out that a friendly neighborhood mechanic had a thing for collecting vintage windshield wiper blades—he kept them in his workshop as souvenirs. The delivery driver finally caught him red-handed, admiring an old chrome blade with a smile. From then on, whenever anyone needed new wipers, they’d just ask the mechanic himself—who always seemed to have plenty around.
4. At Homestead Glass Co., a delivery driver pulled up to drop off parts and found an old, dusty toolbox left behind on the loading dock. Curious, he opened it—and inside were neatly arranged tools from decades ago, along with a note reading: ‘For whoever finds this.’ The delivery driver laughed, thinking maybe someone had just forgotten their treasured antique tools here. He decided to keep them as a surprise for whomever they belonged to. A week later, while fixing a neighbor’s windshield, he noticed a familiar wrench sticking out of his toolbag. Turning around, he saw an elderly gentleman smiling warmly, saying, ‘Thank you, son—those are my great-grandfather’s.’