Situated above West Dodge Road, off the beaten path, there sits 533 North 86th Street, a structure that I am long obsessed with. Throughout the years of discreet observation, I regarded her as the exclusive residence of two affluent Omahans.
Tag: 1950s Omaha
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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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I was struck dumb and could only stare at them as they beckoned through the large picture windows, frozen, as it seemed, in a moment in time. The Mystery Mannequins of Midtown I had discovered some time before, further down the street, had
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When we last gathered in October, we had a delicious time sifting through the early chronology of our obsession, 9402 Pacific. A mysterious presence, 9402 Pacific has, as long as any of us remember, displayed quiet walls—a kind of beautiful,
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I thought I had caught a lucky break back in 2015. A remodeling of the Beverly Hills Plaza at 78th and Dodge exposed a large ghost sign had been perfectly sealed underneath the strip mall’s eastern façade. I snapped away at the hand-painted
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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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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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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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There is no chance for creeping on North 89th Circle without a tinge of house-stalking shame. If you are not endowed with thick skin or wearing a very good disguise, don’t even think about turning off of Burt Street. But here I am to entice. The
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This particular house fixation of ours, if you like to call it such, becomes a real drawback for an unsuspecting driver. Sometimes I fancy Mr. Cassette my driver but that’s only because he insists on driving us everywhere. He really is an