About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Jim Boyd & Associates and noticed an odd sound coming from inside—a soft humming, almost like a distant choir. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual until he caught sight of the receptionist's desk. There, in perfect harmony with the hum, sat a small flock of pigeons, their heads bobbing as if they were listening to some invisible radio station. As he watched, one particularly bold pigeon hopped onto the keyboard and started tapping away at random keys—clearly trying to change the station. The delivery driver burst out laughing so hard that he nearly tipped over his bicycle. That’s when Jim Boyd himself emerged from his office, scratching his head and muttering something about ‘another late-night visitor’.
2. Late one night, when the streets of downtown were quiet as a library, a delivery driver pulled up to Jim Boyd & Associates with an urgent package. As he stepped out into the moonlit alleyway, he noticed something peculiar: a faint glow coming from inside the darkened building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only a dimly lit office, where an old lamp cast eerie shadows on the walls. Suddenly, a voice whispered, 'Can I help you?' It was just Jim Boyd, reading his favorite detective novel by candlelight. The delivery driver laughed it off, shook his head, and drove away—only to return later that week with another mysterious package.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Jim Boyd & Associates with an unusual package. As he approached the door, a voice whispered from inside: ‘Did you bring what I asked for?’ The delivery driver looked around nervously and said, 'Just the usual—nothing too exciting.' A figure emerged from the shadows and replied, 'Good enough,' taking the package without another word. The next morning, everyone in the office received a mysterious note: “Thanks for the raincheck!”
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Jim Boyd & Associates with a package so heavy he could barely lift it. As he stumbled into the dimly lit office, an old filing cabinet suddenly opened on its own, revealing a dusty ledger that seemed to beckon him closer. The delivery driver peered inside curiously and found nothing but ancient papers and crumbling notes. Suddenly, a voice whispered, ‘Read me!’ Startled, he flipped through pages until his finger landed on a handwritten note: “For best rates, ask for Joe.” Turning around, he saw no one—just an empty room and a slightly amused look from Mr. Boyd’s portrait above the fireplace. He laughed it off, left the place with a smile, and never looked back.