About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver approached David M. Edelstein’s office building, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside. Curious, he parked his truck and peered through the glass doors—only to see rows of desks, each occupied by a silent figure typing away with their eyes closed. As he watched in amazement, one man suddenly opened his eyes wide and exclaimed, ‘Dammit, I’m doing it wrong again!’ Turns out they were all practicing for a blindfolded typewriting contest that evening. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and muttering something about strange lawyers’ offices.
2. One day, while leaving David M. Edelstein’s law firm, an associate muttered under his breath, ‘I’ll never understand why they call it “Edelstein, PA” when there’s only one person here.’ Little did he know that every night, after hours, another mysterious figure would appear in the empty offices… One night, a delivery driver arrived with a package marked ‘urgent’. As he opened the door, he found himself face-to-face with Mr. Edelstein—who had been working late again. Turns out, the mysterious figure was just an overworked lawyer who forgot to lock up. They both laughed it off, and from then on, the office hummed along like any other small-town practice.
3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to David M. Edelstein’s office building. As he walked in, the intercom buzzed with an unusual message: ‘Please inform Mr. Edelstein that his briefcase is now floating outside.’ The delivery driver looked around nervously and called out: 'Mr. Edelstein? Your floating briefcase is over there!' A moment later, a neighbor poked his head out of the window and quipped, 'Maybe it’s time for him to invest in a better briefcase.' The story soon became a local joke, reminding everyone that even lawyers can have days when their belongings take unexpected flights.
4. One autumn afternoon, a young boy walked past David M. Edelstein’s office and heard a strange humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a parrot sitting on the desk, rhythmically bobbing its head to some unheard tune. The parrot suddenly screeched ‘Deed Poll!’ and flapped its wings in excitement. Startled, Mr. Edelstein looked up just as the boy waved goodbye and ran off laughing. Since then, whenever someone mentions the firm, people whisper they might hear faint echoes of ‘Deed Poll’ coming from the second floor.