About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside the Osterbauer Law Firm, he swore he heard an old-fashioned typewriter clacking away in the darkened building. Curious, he parked his truck and peered inside through the window—only to see no lights on and everything quiet. Just then, a soft voice whispered from behind him, ‘Don’t worry, sonny, it’s just my old Remington keeping me company.’ Turning around, the driver saw an elderly gentleman with a twinkle in his eye, typing away cheerfully in the dim light of an open door. The next morning, everyone in town knew that Mr. Osterbauer was still working late, even if he did prefer to do so in the quiet of the night.
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside the Osterbauer Law Firm, he heard a voice from inside: ‘Wait just one minute—we’re almost done here!’ Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man frantically typing away on his laptop. When asked what he was doing so late, the man replied, “Just finishing my client’s will…’ Finally, the old man looked up with a smile, ‘Almost there! Just need to add in that clause about the cat.’ The delivery driver raised an eyebrow. ‘Cat?’ The man nodded, tapping furiously. ‘Yes, my client insisted: if anyone tries to eat the cat, they get nothing! That should teach them a lesson.’
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside the Osterbauer Law Firm, he swore he heard someone whispering from inside. Curious, he leaned closer and caught a strange scent—a mix of old books and something… sweet? Suddenly, through the half-open door, a friendly voice called out: ‘Delivery here, Mr. Osterbauer!’ A sleepy-looking lawyer poked his head out and said, ‘Oh, it’s you! Come in, come in—just finishing some late-night briefs.’ The delivery guy shook his head with a smile, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring cookies instead of papers!’
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside the Osterbauer Law Firm, he noticed an odd glow coming from the window of Mr. Osterbauer’s office. Curious, he peered inside and saw Mr. Osterbauer typing furiously on his laptop while humming an old folk tune. The glow was soothing, almost hypnotic. Turning back to his truck, the driver realized he’d left his coffee there—and decided it wasn’t worth risking his life for.}