The Omaha wrecking ball was in full swing last week. As we, lovers of the long purview, intone our well-worn phrases, light our little candles and murmur the custom platitudes of pities, I will admit I can’t really keep up with this pace. The
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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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It is true that these new boxy buildings popping up around town have made fast friends– and enemies too. Like the new girl in junior high, some of us are drawn to novelty and uniqueness. We are refreshed with a new perspective and are
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Just the other day I saw that they took down 4679 Leavenworth Street—Jim’s Seek & Save Antiques. Very cool, very weird and most definitely very old. I always kept a watchful, compassionate eye on this one. This structure was one of the
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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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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
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Architectural detectives, real estate devotees and those still astir at 3:00 am, let us gather. The focus of our obsession today will be the veiled and inspiring 3217 South 101st Street. A work of art in and of itself, this Contemporary
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Every now and then I receive a letter in the office that just stirs me and gives goosey bumps. The following is one of those electric memos. The writer’s quandary is a mystery for all those Hanscom Park Neighborhood kiddies of long ago, Omaha
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Jay Malkin wrote in to the Miss Cassette Detective Agency a while back. No longer living in town, Jay was trying to track down his father’s drugstore once at the southwest corner of 24th and Leavenworth and it was in that initial hunt that I
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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