Today’s investigation is just a brief wandering into some recent ruminations. I’ve been thinking a lot about the long-razed TraveLodge motel on the northwest corner of 39th and Dodge and was pleasantly surprised when I came across a postcard of
Tag: Trina Westman
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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Miss Cassette, speaking to you from the Field Club Historic Neighborhood. I am told they used to hold magic shows, called Mystery Seances, at 3316 Center Street in the old days. The Field Club
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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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You know very well by now that this detective agency has a staff of one. And this one likes to wander off. I pretend at times that there is a crabby clerk to whom I am tethered. Mr. Cross, the office clerk. His sole purpose would be to answer
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I do indeed believe that today we shall be able to get right down to business. Without my dropping of Sam Spade-ish hints and lingering confessionals, I believe we will make good time. I will get to it, right away, I promise. But first allow me
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Before I came to the belated preoccupation of sharing my house sleuthing adventures, my life was largely one of hidden obsession. Left to my own imaginings and amateur stakeouts, I had about worn out the ears of closest companions regarding My
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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
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There was never an afternoon that I didn’t look forward to a trip to Downtown Omaha with my grandmother. I felt like I was going back in time. She would get dressed up and expected that I would dress up as well. It seemed that all of the older
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I remember fake falling asleep in the backseat of my family’s car, driving home after special nights in Downtown Omaha. Father of Miss Cassette had a number of favored routes that would return us to our home in Benson but his chosen path
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Had one been in the habit of making squealing sounds of delight, this would have been an occasion for doing so. It all began when I opened an email from Sherri Moore, Director of Events for Joslyn Castle, asking for a bit of assistance with the