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
Tag: Old Market
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The Miller-Knuth Chevrolet Garage occupied the northeast corner of 18th and Howard, just north of the historic triangular Flatiron Building with points at 17th Street, St. Mary’s Avenue and Howard. The garage opened in 1947 and its streamlined
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There I was pleasantly chiseling away at an uphill investigation when a My Omaha Obsession reader notified the office of a dubious plot afoot on South 50th Street in Dundee. A local, Dave Schinzel, had recently initiated a petition apprising
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For all of my years working at the antiques store, I never found the hidden portal in the back of the giant wardrobe or that coveted, inner panel toward the bottom of a steamer trunk. It was not for the want of trying. Some of you will
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Long ago I accompanied my grandmother on a magical visit to the Swanson Towers, off of 84th Street. 8405 Indian Hills Drive, for those among us who require exactness. My grandmother was paying a call to a rather chic galpal and truthfully, this
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I was on my merry way into my newest Byzantine investigation at the W. Dale Clark Library when I happened upon the old club fenced in, like a wayward jailbird or some unruly cattle pen. My heart lifted for a split minute, imagining a resplendent
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An easy steer east on Leavenworth has long been a pageant for the senses and I suppose it has always been that way. There were animated performers in plenty on that Saturday morning as I hummed along the street, taking it all in—shop keeps
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Mr. Cassette and I feel very fortunate to own a smart, little, early 1940’s cottage that we very much love. Most of the house still upholds its original integrity, save for a few missteps. A previous owner, decades ago, decided to undertake some
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My mother wears size 8 AAA narrow shoes. She doesn’t talk about it much but if you ask, she will still proudly tell you she is a “AAA.” I remember my father saying, “Your mother’s very proud of her narrow feet” in that sarcastic, poking, Irish
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It was a few years before this photo was taken that I remember first going to the Old Market and more specifically, to M’s Pub. My grandmother always seemed to know just the right place to be. I was so young and didn’t know what I