No one noticed we passed the Nine Year Anniversary of My Omaha Obsession except my calendar and I. I was bedridden with illness and watched the passing date as many strange fever dreams weaved about. Needless to say, I was nowhere near pounding
Category: Miss Cassette’s File
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Circo’s Bar at 3231 Harney Street was once the convenient, corner pocket, a kind of warm neighborhood tavern trussed by a steady hard core of regulars. Built in the mid 1920’s, decades before the Circo family took the keys, the sturdy, little,
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Hello friends! It is that time of year again and here in the detective’s office we clink our glasses to another anniversary. My Omaha Obsession is eight years old today. Quite the surprise, as it seems just a few years back that we first met and
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One of my biggest obsessions is the Franklin Credit Union scandal and anyone who knows me knows that I have depleted decades of midnight oil on the case. This passion got underway most probably because of my insatiable curiosity, our small town
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It happened like this. I rushed through the office and asked, “Where did the photograph from 9402 Pacific Street go to?” As I shuffled through a stack of manilla file folders, my coffee stained case notes and recently delivered mail, I pleaded
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Hello, my friends and welcome. It is that time of year again and we are celebrating another anniversary—a birthday of sorts. My Omaha Obsession is now seven years old. This is an unpardonable distraction on your Thursday night but a lazy March
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Friends, this is not an investigation about a great mossy building. Warning! Warning! We have now entered a nightmare world of contemporary times. If you’ve gathered with us for a long while then you already know that I wish my architectural
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I found the letter placed on my desk. The envelope had been tidily cut open with a paper knife, its contents, a single sheet, still crisply folded inside. I presumed this was Mr. Cross’s passive way of letting it be known that he’d like to
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Last night there was the sound like the firework’s crackle and in my startle, a sudden uprush in bed. I had forgotten! I had forgotten My Omaha Obsession’s sixth birthday. Armed with my pillow and blankie, I consulted the ceiling and
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Please come on in and let me take your coat. Tonight we’re going to have a little vintage pre-Thanksgiving gathering called The Last Mile Home. Firstly, I want to express my thanks to all of you. I am grateful for the personal stories, good
