The Omaha wrecking ball was in full swing last week. As we, lovers of the long purview, intone our well-worn phrases, light our little candles and murmur the custom platitudes of pities, I will admit I can’t really keep up with this pace. The
Tag: Westroads Shopping Center
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When I was in high school there were the best little thrift stores dotted all over town, very often in shunned neighborhoods. Aided by a ripped out phonebook yellow page, we would seek to find every single shadowy store, foraging for the
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I will openly confess, I began to dig for McKinney leads and their Hidden House property with a sort of preconceived inclination. I suppose that was biased of me. My desire was that the newest couple to own 1023 South 96 Street would be Omaha’s
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I have always felt that winter was the absolute best time of year for house spying, what without all of the beautiful, interfering foliage, the disturbing undergrowth, the distracting flowers, all forms of plant life that normally wink and
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My obsession with Frank Salontay began quite innocently. I was actually shadowing his short-lived business partner and sometimes rival, hairdresser Robert Siegmann. At one time Siegmann lived in a mansion I began spying when I started the
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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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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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Allow me to read to you from one of my favorites, Daphne Du Maurier’s Gothic novel, Rebecca: “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for
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My friend and I liked to ride the Omaha city bus to all sorts of mysterious places when we were young. I know now it was a good education in the different parts of Omaha and a great study in people watching. I’d like to think that our parents