Lewis Rice

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Lewis Rice law firm. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed an odd glow coming from the window. Curious, he peered inside and saw a shadowy figure pacing back and forth, muttering something about ‘briefs’ and ‘depositions.’ Suddenly, the figure turned around and asked, ‘Did you bring those discovery documents?’ Startled, the delivery driver replied, ‘I brought some cookies instead.’ The shadowy form nodded approvingly, ‘Ah, much better than briefs—break time!’ And with that, both enjoyed a quiet moment together, discussing the finer points of litigation over freshly baked goods.

2. In the early hours of morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Lewis Rice's law firm. In the backseat, he found an unusual package—a misplaced grocery bag filled with expired snacks and old newspapers. The delivery driver knocked on the door and asked if anyone was home. Out stepped Mr. Rice in his pajamas, rubbing sleep from his eyes. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘I must’ve left my groceries here last night.’ He laughed it off, and everyone in town still jokes that Lewis Rice sometimes handles cases pro bono—even for his own fridge!’

3. A neighborhood cat had taken it upon herself to patrol the grounds around Lewis Rice’s law firm after dark. One moonlit night, she leaped onto the ledge outside the window, startling an intern who thought he heard a ghost.} The cat gracefully landed on the desk, startling the poor intern even more. She meowed once, stretched, and walked over to sniff a nearby folder. The intern, now pale as a ghost himself, stammered out an apology before realizing with relief that she was just a regular old cat. From then on, everyone in the office called her ‘Lewis Rice’s Night Watchwoman’—and no one dared leave their coffee unattended after dark.

4. One stormy afternoon, a regular walked into Lewis Rice and asked curiously: ‘Do you ever get clients who show up with umbrellas bigger than their briefcases?’ Lewis Rice raised an eyebrow and replied with a smile, 'Oh yes, that happens quite often.' Just then, another client entered—they had an umbrella big enough to shelter half the block, but their briefcase was so small it looked like a matchbox. The regular laughed heartily, realizing that sometimes life in Lewis Rice’s office is as unpredictable as the weather outside.'