About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as an old delivery driver pulled up to Howard Brown & Sons Auto Body for routine repairs, he heard a strange voice over the workshop’s intercom. ‘Your truck is fixed,’ said the disembodied voice. ‘But don’t forget to check your mirrors before leaving.’ Curious, the driver looked around—only to see no one in sight. The driver shrugged it off and left, only to notice his rearview mirror was covered with tiny notes saying ‘Drive carefully!’ When he returned later, everyone in town had received similar messages—all thanks to Howard Brown & Sons Auto Body’s mysterious helper.
2. One day, while waiting for his dad in the car, little Timmy peered through the window of Howard Brown & Sons and saw something peculiar. An old cat, with a paintbrush in its paw, was diligently painting the hood of a car. Suddenly, the cat looked up, blinked twice, and then continued painting with perfect precision. When Timmy told his father about it later that evening, his dad just smiled and said, 'That’s just Mr. Whiskers, our resident artist. He helps out around here whenever he can.'
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Howard Brown & Sons and noticed something strange: a soft humming sound coming from inside the workshop. Curious, he leaned closer, only to see an old mechanic dancing around under the hood of a classic car, singing along to an invisible radio. As it turned out, the old mechanic was listening to his favorite old-time radio show through an ancient transistor radio hidden in his pocket. The delivery driver joined him for a dance, and soon enough, other workers from the garage appeared, each with their own stories and tunes. By dawn, Howard Brown & Sons had become a place where cars were fixed not just with tools but also with good ol’ fashioned music and camaraderie.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Howard Brown & Sons. The garage was dark except for a single neon sign flickering above the entrance. Over the workshop’s speakers came a voice: ‘Your car is ready—just like your momma always said!’ The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one. He shrugged and walked inside, only to find his car gleaming under spotlights in the empty garage. Next to it stood an old man with grease-stained overalls, smiling warmly. ‘Welcome to Howard Brown & Sons,’ he said. ‘We fixed your ride just as good as new—like your momma used to say!’