2920 Q St. (1984-1988)
18th and F (1988-1990)
These are the three places I called home in Lincoln.
The first, was a fourth floor (upper right) furnished one-bedroom apartment in the Shurtleff Arms. I think rent was $200/month. In addition to the bed in the bedroom the living room had a murphy bed. The building looks a lot better cared for now than when I lived there.
- It was 107 F (42 C) the day my father and I moved me into the fourth floor walk-up.
- In all the excitement of moving to Nebraska I didn't think to ask about laundry. For months I walked to a laundromat on the other side of the capitol until one cold day I saw a neighbor carrying laundry downstairs dressed only in shorts and a t-shirt.
- Once, while exhausted, I absent-mindedly only went up to the third floor, where I unlocked the door and took a step into the apartment below mine. It was only when I heard a conversation in Chinese that I realized that I was in the wrong apartment. That got me to wondering if one key opened all the apartments.
It is hidden by the tree on the right but the building was a block from the state capitol. I often would cut through the parking lot -the state senator's parking lot- to get to 16th Street. Two blocks away is the governor's mansion. Bob Kerrey and Debra Winger were practically my neighbors! Across H Street is the Kennard House -the oldest house in Lincoln.
The following year four of us graduate students shared the house on Q Street. A house that will live in infamy after we held a housewarming party for ourselves and showed our guests the one 2x4 in the basement that was holding up the entire first floor. I'm surprised it is still standing.
Jack and I had bedrooms on the second floor while Susan and Mary had theirs on the first. Rent was $100/month each until January. That's when we were joined by JW for half a year. If I remember correctly, he and Jeff were kicked out of their apartment because it was to be demolished.
The Q Street house was on the edge of what was a bad neighborhood for Lincoln. I didn't know it at the time but a kid named Joba Heath (later Chamberlain) lived just a few blocks away on Y Street.
That arrangement ran its course after a few years and I decamped back toward the capitol. This time to the corner 18th and F Streets. This was by far the nicest, and most expensive ($225/month!) place of the three. I had half the first floor to myself. Cherry wood cabinets in the kitchen and hallway. It was quiet and there is a very nice little park at the end of the block.
The only thing I didn't like was the lack of a shower. I was a bath-only person for a couple of years. At least the tub was large. The black-and-white hexagonal tiles on the bathroom floor were a bit much as well. Especially on those nights when I came home after having a drink or two.
Following 18th Street I moved a few hundred miles east. I hope this doesn't mean I have to make a visit to Saginaw to complete the former home series.