About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver pulled up outside James E. Franklin’s office, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw Mr. Franklin intently tapping his pen on the desk, eyes closed, while softly singing to himself in perfect pitch. Suddenly, Mr. Franklin opened his eyes and smiled, ‘Just warming up for my evening concert,’ he said. The delivery driver chuckled and left, never realizing that every Friday night, James E. Franklin held secret karaoke sessions in his law office.
2. Early one morning, when most law offices were quiet, a delivery driver pulled up outside James E. Franklin's door. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the only sound was the soft hum of the streetlights. But something odd caught his eye—a shadowy figure darting between the parked cars. Curious, he followed the silhouette into the alleyway, where he found an old man watering his garden. Turns out, it was Mr. Franklin’s next-door neighbor, who’d forgotten his key again. The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head as he walked away—another day in the life of James E. Franklin, Attorney, where even early-morning deliveries come with unexpected adventures.
3. One foggy afternoon, while a delivery driver struggled to read the address on James E. Franklin's door, he heard a voice from inside asking, 'What are you doing here?' ‘I’m delivering some papers,’ replied the puzzled driver. ‘James E. Franklin, Attorney’ is written right there!’
A moment later, an old man with glasses appeared at the door and asked, ‘Did someone mention my name?’
‘Um, yes sir,’ said the driver nervously.
The attorney smiled warmly and invited him in for tea, explaining that his office was actually across town. The story became a neighborhood joke ever after.
4. One sleepy Sunday morning, a little girl pointed excitedly out the window of her family car. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘look at that man waving from the second floor!’ Her father squinted and saw an elderly gentleman in a suit, vigorously waving through the open window of James E. Franklin, Attorney. The old gentleman waved so enthusiastically that he nearly fell off his chair. Startled, he quickly turned back inside, muttering something about a ‘regular’ who always parked too close to his window. The family drove away laughing, leaving behind only a puzzled delivery driver wondering why anyone would have a law office on the second floor.