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: Trina Westman
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Hello Detective Friends, Fellow Sleuths and Curious Newcomers! Today, March 2, 2026, we are celebrating a ten-year birthday. My Omaha Obsession…how swiftly time has flown by! We are having a party. Strolling
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In the late 1980s, only a few steps east of the present Interstate 480 boundary, stood an immense and mysterious apartment building. An early Omaha relic by then, 563 South Twenty-eighth Street was still fully functional and known for her
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I rounded a familiar corner and promptly found myself navigating the well-known streets of Little Italy. The houses on the narrow, hilly lanes now occupy the area where a magnificent grove formerly stood. They say this elevated, wooded country
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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
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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