52nd and Leavenworth. Rowhaus. Quirky and cheap at the same time, this gimmicky housing is jarringly indifferent to the local vernacular. Not to be misconstrued with the Box in the Box housing I have previously bewailed, this building wants you
Tag: My Omaha Obsession: Searching for the City
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I received a mysterious night telegram from 9402 Pacific Street, possibly emitted from the warning trees, which caused me to hurry up to the property without delay. I cannot be sure how I got there, but I had cast off my thick Hudson and bed
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Hello, my friends and welcome. It is that time of year again and we are celebrating another anniversary—a birthday of sorts. My Omaha Obsession is now seven years old. This is an unpardonable distraction on your Thursday night but a lazy March
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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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Back in October of 2021, I received a note from a young inquirer working his own case. We had a back and forth transmission as I tried to make out what building he was after. What follows are his questions and clues—with minimal fusion
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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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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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As I had mentioned in Park Avenue Recollection, when I first saw the building at 501 Park Avenue, evidently, I took no great interest in it. Carelessness on my part but there were many eyefuls in the surrounding neighborhood, which claimed my
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In high school I thought it peculiar that Omaha’s Park Avenue, perceivably a street of once high standing, was so far removed from its namesake. I had assumed it aspired to New York City’s Park Avenue. Our Park Avenue ran north-south (still