He’s very handsome!
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Do you want me to go check it out? I’m in KC and could look at it next week. I have a friend in town before then, but it seems like nobody else has looked this up.
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yeah sure :0
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I just thought I’d bump this topic up as there are so many wonderful and fantastical things in here!
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Same here ahah
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I did, but it ended up actually taking me to the Library instead of out to the street named. GPS didn’t want to help me get there. See, there isn’t an Armory Blvd in KC. Or there isn’t anymore.
At first, I thought it was Armour Blvd. Armour is a broad, historic street running east-west from The Paseo to Broadway at about the 35th street mark. But the address you wrote was actually Armory Blvd. Currently, there is no such street, and as far as I could find in the digitized portion of the city archives, never was.
This is where it gets spooky, though. I tracked down a fluffy human interest article about a real estate company renovating a former National Guard Armory. That building was on Main, but the address was 3620, literally a block away from Armour. None of the electronic sources I found backed up the theory that Armour was once Armory, but a very old book on historic buildings turned up a reference to a historic building registry belonging to Paul G. Cantrell and Joanne Stallone on 1110 E. Armory Boulevard. Seeking that site on electronic records suggested the same address on Armour. I decided to go look at that, since I like old buildings.
It doesn’t exist.
Due to some weird city planning, some street numbers don’t exist. Like, I live at number two, and my next door neighbor lives at number six, and there is no number four.
1110 E. Armour is one of those that doesn’t exist. It skips from 1112 to 1108.
Sufficiently spooked from my sidetrack path, I figured I wasn’t far from 1012, so I might as well go see if it was real. It is. Sort of.
I found a tree lined lot, the sort that means someone with money had very talented gardeners plan out sapling placement to keep the resident from having to see riffraff as they look out at their manicured lawn. There was a quaint retaining wall of stacked stone and some adorable stone steps of the right height to allow a lady in long skirts to easily glide up the ever so slight hill from sidewalk to front lawn. The lawn itself was neat and planted with bluegrass, (probably Kentucky Blue, but I’m no grass expert. The grass was teal, I assume that’s bluegrass and Kentucky Blue is the most common bluegrass for rich people around here.) Everything perfect for a big fancy rich person house.
Except the house. No house.
I don’t know what to tell you, except I have enough quite-sensible Irish in my German Scots Irish to hightail it out of there and try to forget it happened. Fae don’t care for peeping toms and Someone went to an awful lot of trouble to hide a bunch of places on that street.
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well now, thats proper interesting, innit? The ribbons disappeared, too. Like, no joke, one day i woke up and it wasnt in its wrapping. Just went and POOFed. Looks like between the two of us, we’ve got quite the fae encounter.
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Omg. This is the kind of historical sleuthing I LIVE FOR. Minus the fae encounters…actually, no, definitely including the fae encounters.
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There are a bunch of tarot readers on YouTube who have been talking about timelines being merged… Multiple timelines, resulting in what we call Mandela Effects.
is spooked
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