Had one been in the habit of making squealing sounds of delight, this would have been an occasion for doing so. It all began when I opened an email from Sherri Moore, Director of Events for Joslyn Castle, asking for a bit of assistance with the
Author: myomahaobsession
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I was at the downtown W. Dale Clark Library many months ago when I first came upon her name. I was deep in research, working a case, looking to put the finger on some gin mill or grifter long before my time. Gunnin’ for a piece of evidence
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There was always so much to see from the backseat of my parents’ automobile. I particularly loved the long, seemingly, tangled journey from Benson to any fine restaurant downtown and back again in the black of night. Like a tour of the exotic
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Simply the best advertisement in all of Omaha. February 27, 1927. The electric sink, which sounds dangerous to my ears, was “waiting now to do the dishes for you three times a day every day–as long as you live.” Mr. Cassette
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This is the third and final installment of the Curious Case of the French Fairytale Cottage. If you are joining us for the first time, please take a spell to get up to speed on our newest investigation. Believe me, reading The Curious Case of
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This installment is Part Two in an ongoing series of the mysterious French country home located in the Rockbrook Neighborhood. If you are joining us for the first time, please take some time to get up to speed on our newest investigation.
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One of the many pastimes Father and Mother of Miss Cassette encouraged while I was growing up was a love of reading in bed, right before lights out. Father of Miss Cassette would often cloister away and read during a weekend day or in the
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I have to admit it; the Mystery of 8120 Pacific was one of the most intoxicating storylines for me to trail. These are the kind of stories that we House Sleuths only dream of. This time, it was all real. Imagine my delight as different,
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Mizman loh hitraehnu. For those of us who have longed for a real deal Jewish delicatessen to open in Omaha, I’ve heard from a little bird in the know, that we are all in for a big treat. No more pining away for a deli visit back East. At long
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For a while in early high school, I began palling around with an old grade school friend of mine. Even though we were attending different schools, I was acquainted with a number of girls in her new circle from the Aksarben party days of my