Calling all Mister Daddy-Os and Miss Cool Kittens. The drugstore’s jukebox jumpin’ but right now and not later, babies! Gather ‘round the soda fountain and let me tell you a story of Sparkle Moore, the rockabilly singer from Omaha. Just out of
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When I was in high school there were the best little thrift stores dotted all over town, very often in shunned neighborhoods. Aided by a ripped out phonebook yellow page, we would seek to find every single shadowy store, foraging for the
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The Miller-Knuth Chevrolet Garage occupied the northeast corner of 18th and Howard, just north of the historic triangular Flatiron Building with points at 17th Street, St. Mary’s Avenue and Howard. The garage opened in 1947 and its streamlined
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I had written Rose Lodge on a manila file folder over a year ago, an early target investigation that I had hoped to explore in my first months at this sleuthing business. Eventually the folder was buried like so many of my dead of night
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We did not collectively dream this. It really did exist. The Willy Wonka-ish, incredible, glass sculpture between the escalators on the first floor of Brandeis Department Store at the Crossroads. Plants everywhere, with a red tiled pool. I can
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Honestly, if I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life dreaming of Bishop’s Buffet, I would have put up more of a fight when they closed. I don’t remember being notified that they were closing or I would have ordered many, many
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The 49’r Lounge was a classic, neighborhood bar, a Midtown staple of Dundee by the time I became aware of it. Its simple, cozy sign hung out in front on Dodge for as long as I could remember. It seems to me that the old sign from the