There are certain corners of Omaha that refuse to loosen their grip on one’s imagination. West Farnam. The Gold Coast. The Blackstone neighborhood, as it is called today. I shall use the names interchangeably, if only to keep everyone on their
Tag: Midtown Omaha
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For weeks before the June 21, 2026 collapse of the foundation wall at the former Brothers Lounge, 3810–3812 Farnam Street, engineers working on Omaha’s streetcar project were documenting unexplained groundwater, underground voids, and
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I’ve got something to show you. A place I’ve been toodling by for years. May I present Miss 323 South 51st Avenue—diminutive and dreamy, as though a romantic English cottage had wandered from the Cotswolds, taken one wrong turn, and
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Today we have a small but interesting case study: 311 South Happy Hollow Boulevard, situated upon Lots 22 and 23, Block 6 of Evanston Addition (those tidy numerals so beloved of municipal order). Lot 23 is to the north, and has always been
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Yes, Omaha, The Writing’s On The Wall all around us. Progress is underway and cannot be impeded. We must enhance and expand! Today we are breaking with tradition and will aim to tackle two little investigations concerning impending demise: 35th
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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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It was several seconds before the elevator cage rumbled down to the lobby. As the operator opened the sliding door, I stepped out of the cage into the carpeted hotel corridor and looked for My Man Friday attired in a black frock coat. The
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This is the case of the quiet Tudor at 808 South 60th Street, perched on the eastern edge of Elmwood Park. I began trailing her history, spurred by a tip from a friend. The contents of my dossier shared today are an ode to her secret past.
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I have always been infatuated with the Black House at 52nd and Dodge and I know I am not the only one. Although I have heard its library was once lined with only the best smelling leather-bound books, the silver kept polished by servants and the
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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
