About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when most law firms are quieting down, an old pickup truck pulled into Cliff J Young’s parking lot. The headlights were off, and the engine hummed like a distant hummingbird. A delivery driver stepped out, carrying a large box wrapped in brown paper. The driver placed the box on the counter with a flourish, then whispered conspiratorially, ‘Mr. Young, your secret admirer sends their regards.’ Cliff just smiled and shook his head, muttering under his breath, ‘Probably another one of those pesky clients trying to get something for nothing.’
2. At dawn, when most lawyers were just waking up, a mysterious package arrived. It had no return address and bore only the firm’s logo. Curious eyes peered inside—only to find stacks of old newspapers, each dated exactly one year earlier. One newspaper read like an old family recipe: ‘How to Make the Perfect Coffee Breakfast.’ Another featured a heartwarming story titled, ‘Why Your Dog Prefers You Over Pizza.’ As everyone flipped through, they realized these articles were exactly what their clients needed that morning. The legend of Cliff J. Young grew—not as a shadowy figure but as a wise counselor who delivered just the right advice at just the right time.
3. At noon, when most courtrooms are emptying out, a familiar voice crackled over Cliff J Young’s intercom: ‘Mr. Young, your client from last week is here again—this time he brought cookies.’ Cliff smiled and waved his hand dismissively. ‘Send him in,’ he said. The client entered, wearing an oversized suit and carrying a bag of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. As they chatted amiably for half an hour, a delivery driver outside leaned against his truck, shaking his head with a smile. ‘That guy comes every week,’ he muttered to no one in particular, ‘and always brings cookies.’
4. At closing time, when the receptionist was locking up for the night, she noticed something odd in the lobby trashcan—a strange envelope addressed simply to ‘Mr. Young’. Curious, she opened it and found a crumpled note inside: 'Dear Mr. Young, I forgot my briefcase again.' Turns out, it was just another reminder from a regular client.