Connie assured me the research would be easy and wouldn't take long, that all I needed to do was "go to the place where you get building permits, get on one of the public computers there, and you can pull up the original building permits for these houses."
Unconvinced the task would be as easy as Connie said, but in my usual steel-nosed mission-oriented posture, prepared to die if necessary, I advanced via the skybridge system to find this purported trove of historical house data...
I quickly found "the place where you get permits," which was easy enough. I'd been there before. I asked, uncertainly, about some computer? Where I could pull up "original building permits?"
The lady at the desk pointed me that-a-way. I pulled up the right website, and figured out how to use it. The site was, I must say, really clunky and had an acute case of case sensitivity, but learning its quirks by trial and error only took a few minutes.
After pulling up all the data Connie needed (minus some lacuna in the records) (Yes, I said "lacuna") I went rogue and started researching a few other houses. I found out the house I once owned in the Eco Village (3016 6th St. N.) was originally built by "day labor." That makes sense, I thought. It was always a humble little house, right from the start. Thank goodness I managed to sell it for development and almost double my money.
I printed out a copy of the original "3016" building permit, as a souvenir, then turned my attention to 3020 6th St. N., the notorious crack house which is now boarded and vacant, yet another Hawthorne success story. What sort of family built that place, I wondered.
Well, it turned out their name was "Stack." How amazing. That house went from being the "Stack House" to being the "crack house." The more things change, the more they change very little.
I researched another house that's very special to me and found out the family who originally owned that house was named "Warnke." I rolled that around in my head a bit. Warnke. The Warnke House.
No relation to Mike Warnke, author of The Satan Sellers, I earnestly hoped.
I did a little checking on WIkipedia. Nope, that guy is not from Minnesota. Good enough.
I was amazed how easy it was to dig up fascinating historical nuggets which shifted my perspective and left me with a deeper sense of NoMi identity. Naturally, I thought, I'm going to run right out and tell everybody on my blog.