About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Kenneth W. Drake’s law firm, fumbling with his keys in the dimly lit parking lot. Suddenly, from an open window came a voice: 'Hey, pal! Could you use some help with that?' The delivery guy looked up and saw Mr. Drake's silhouette leaning out of the window, holding a box of donuts. ‘Sure could use some help,’ he grinned. The two finished together, shared a laugh, and went their separate ways—both leaving the law office with a sweet treat.
2. One morning, a regular walked into Kenneth W. Drake's office and asked, 'Why does it smell like popcorn every time I come here?' Kenneth smiled mysteriously. ‘Ah, that’s my secret ingredient,’ he whispered. The client shrugged and left, never realizing the popcorn scent was just his imagination—and maybe a little bit of vanilla extract.’
3. Early one autumn morning, a jogger passing Kenneth W. Drake's office noticed an odd scent wafting from the open window—something sweet yet tangy, like lemon-lime soda mixed with freshly baked bread. Curious, she peered inside and saw Mr. Drake, wearing his favorite striped tie, humming softly as he stirred something on the stove. ‘Oh, hello!’ he said, noticing her. ‘Just making some special lemon-bread for my next client meeting.’ The jogger smiled and continued her run, wondering if all lawyers were such unexpected chefs.
4. One day after school, a curious child peered through the glass doors of Kenneth W. Drake’s law firm. Suddenly, a tiny voice whispered, ‘Daddy, why is that man talking to himself in Latin?’ Mr. Drake looked up, startled, and replied in Latin, 'Oh, no, my little scholar, I’m not talking to myself—I'm arguing with an old case!' The child's father emerged from behind him, smiling. 'And he always wins,' he said, shaking his head.