Foland, Wickens, Roper, Hofer & Crawford, P.C.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a young boy played near the old law firm building, he noticed something peculiar: every time someone entered or exited the dark wooden door, their shadow seemed to linger for an extra second—almost as if it were saying goodbye. Curious, the boy followed one elderly gentleman who emerged from the door with a briefcase. As the man walked away, his shadow suddenly waved back at the boy and winked. The next day, when another delivery driver left the office, his shadow pretended to tie his non-existent shoelace. By afternoon, everyone in town was talking about the mischievous shadows of Foland, Wickens, et al., turning what used to be a boring old law firm into quite the neighborhood spectacle.

2. In the quiet hallway of Foland, Wickens, Roper, Hofer & Crawford, P.C., an elderly delivery driver paused and cleared his throat. ‘I’ve been coming here for years,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘but I’m pretty sure that painting of Abraham Lincoln just moved.’ Finally, he asked a secretary who casually replied, 'Oh, Mr. Lincoln’s portrait is on wheels—new client arrived today.' The old man shook his head with a smile, finished his delivery, and walked out, muttering, 'Guess I’ll never retire from noticing odd things around here.'

3. In the dimly lit office late one night, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘I’ve delivered here hundreds of times, but today feels different.’ As he walked through the empty hallways, he heard a soft chuckle coming from behind a closed door. Curious, he knocked gently and asked, ‘Who’s there?’ Inside, an old man with twinkling eyes looked up and replied, 'Just waiting for my turn in line, sonny.' The delivery driver laughed, realizing it was just another late-night lawyer joke. As he left, he thought, 'Next time I’ll bring cookies!'

4. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver struggled with a heavy box in front of the imposing law firm, he overheard two lawyers whispering something about ‘the case from hell.’ Curious, he leaned closer and saw only their empty desks—everyone had already left for the day. Finally, darkness fell, and the delivery guy decided to leave. As he walked away, he heard faint laughter coming from inside—a bunch of pigeons had taken over the empty offices, gossiping about some mysterious briefcase they found under a desk.