Ice Miller LLP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Ice Miller’s windows glowed like distant stars, a delivery driver noticed something odd. Every night, an old briefcase appeared on the steps outside the law firm's entrance—never opened, never claimed. One day, a curious delivery driver decided to open it but found only a stack of old newspapers and a note that read: ‘Please deliver this mystery to someone who appreciates a good urban legend.’ Turns out, it was just a prank from a neighbor who loved seeing everyone puzzled.

2. At midnight, when Ice Miller’s sign blinked ominously in the night, a delivery driver heard an announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our legal services are temporarily unavailable due to an outbreak of common sense.’ The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, thinking it was just another late-night prank. But as he drove away, he noticed something odd: the intercom had been turned off, yet the sign continued blinking menacingly until dawn. The next day, everyone in town agreed—it must’ve been a ghost lawyer trying to take a break.

3. At dawn, when Ice Miller’s doors were still locked tight, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘Who leaves their coffee cup here so early?’ The next morning, as he approached again, the same delivery driver noticed a familiar face peering out from behind the door—just an old cat with a paw on a coffee mug. Smiling, he shook his head and whispered, ‘Must be a regular.’

4. At lunchtime, when Ice Miller's door swung open with a creak, a delivery driver wondered aloud if their mail slot had grown teeth. The delivery driver shook his head and muttered something about strange law firms. Just then, an old man in a tweed jacket stepped out, adjusting his glasses. ‘Mail slot’s been like that since I moved here,’ he said cheerfully. The driver grinned and nodded, realizing it was just another quirky Indianapolis tradition.