I came across an old, snow veiled photograph that opened a portal to another era, every detail buried in place. A glorious dark residence was concealed from the road by trees and shrubs, cloaked in snow. Hidden but well maintained, there
Tag: James Woolworth
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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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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