If I told you there was a small neighborhood in Downtown Omaha that had the look and feel of a 1920s or 1930s movie set, would you catch a dimbox over there as quickly as you could just to get a gander? Because there is such a strange, thrilling
Category: Mysteries of Omaha
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If you did not know it or maybe, if you were deep in thought (or woefully of the unobservant type), you might have never seen or even heard tell of the Jones Street footbridge through the foliage of Elmwood Park. It is now formally called 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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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
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My, oh my, Omaha. What do we have here? I spied this newly developing mural on our mystery property about three days ago. Please check out Mysteries of Omaha: 812 South 42nd Street and Mysteries of Omaha: 812 South 42nd Street Part Two if you
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I just received the best email from Kristine Gerber of Restoration Exchange Omaha (REO). If you are not familiar, check out: http://www.restorationexchange.org In this email, she cleared up some questions that arose in the writing of the George
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The first time I remember seeing Hanscom Park, I was sixteen. We arrived by car—many of us—having packed ourselves into Someone’s Mother’s Retired Old Boat, one of those enormous, gas-guzzling family cars that was handed down from kid to kid
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Downtown Omaha, the Downtown of Decades Ago is nowadays harder to locate. It is no longer right out in the open but it is still there. I look for it. These essays and this blog are about Looking for It. That is not to say that I am against 2016
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My mother grew tired one day of my morning antics. She was not just my perfect Mother Hostess, hosting my every morning breakfast before school; she also worked fulltime and had to get out the door and on her way. You see, she was not known for
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I saw the house properly, for the very first time, early one afternoon in the middle to late 1990’s when I was out driving in South Omaha. Or on a hunt, as I now say. House Hunting. Mansion Chasing. Building Stalking. I am sure you understand