The Great Fargo Fire of 1893

June 5th, 2013

June 7th, 1893 was a typical Wednesday in Fargo, sunny but windy.  Fargo’s six thousand residents were going about their lives, carrying out their business from mostly wooden storefronts and traveling from place to place in horse drawn carriages and wagons.

Winds were gusting to 30 miles per hour that day.  Even today, if you’ve spent any time in Fargo, you know these windy days all too well.  Rarely though do we give much thought to the danger that comes with a dry, windy summer day.

The Island Park Ramp stands on the site of Herzman’s Dry Goods Store, alleged origin of the Fargo Fire of 1893.

Around 2:15 that June day, a fire broke out in the 500 block of Front Street, now known as Main Avenue.  It was the beginning of an event that would come to be known as the Great Fargo Fire of 1893.

One account claims the fire started at the rear of Herzman’s Dry Goods Store which stood approximately where the Island Park parking ramp stands today.  According to another account, the fire started when ashes were thrown from the rear of the Little Gem Restaurant, across the way from Herzman’s.  Regardless of the source, the fire quickly spread out of control on that breezy Wednesday.

A firehouse was located on Front Street, right across from Herzman’s.  They no doubt would have reacted quickly and extinguished the blaze before it got out of control, but in a tragic twist of fate, they were out hosing down Fargo’s dusty streets.  It was a regular duty for the fire department in those days — an effort to keep the dirt from the unpaved streets from blowing all over town.  The firehouse was empty.

Former site of Moody’s Department Store.

A neighboring gun store caught fire and the block was rocked when a powder keg exploded, intensifying the fire.  Just down the block there was a fire alarm box in front of Moody’s Department store, where Bank of the West now stands.  The key to the alarm box was kept in the Sundberg Jewelry Store, but the clerk on duty was unable to find it. It was the pre-telephone era, and this simple problem further delayed the fire fighting effort.  The fire burned for forty-five minutes before the alarm was sounded, and by that time, it was too late.

In 1893, fire fighting technology was primitive and in a state of transition.  Municipalities that could afford them had the newest technology — steam powered fire engines.  More commonly, fire carts were horse drawn, or even hand-pulled to the scene of fires.  Automotive fire engines were just on the horizon at the time.

The devastation following the fire of 1893.

Fargo native John Caron built a very informative Fargo history website which now resides with the North Dakota Institute for Regional Studies, and which contains a very nice accounting of the Fargo Fire.  In the accompanying photos, you can see Fargo firefighters attempting to fight the fire with hoses stretched for blocks.  Fighting fires in 1893 was a daunting task.  Fire crews from outlying cities in both North Dakota and Minnesota rallied to the scene and attempted to aid in the battle, but their efforts though valiant, were fruitless.

The fire spread northwest, first jumping Front Street and proceeding north.  It destroyed many of the buildings on the east side of Broadway, then eventually jumped across Broadway and burned all the way to the prairie on the west side of the city.  The result was total devastation.  31 blocks of businesses were destroyed and over 350 buildings burned to ruin, including City Hall.

The headstone of W.H. Johnson at Holy Cross Cemetery

Firefighter W.H. Johnson reportedly died the following day as a result of burns sustained fighting the fire, however his headstone puts his date of death at June 9th, two days after the fire.  He is buried in Holy Cross Cemetery near Hector International Airport.

The rebirth of Fargo began almost immediately following the fire.  In the days and months following the fire, local businessman Alexander Stern led an impressive effort to rebuild, and eventually replaced nearly 250 buildings, many in fire-resistant brick, at a cost of almost one million dollars.  To prevent any future conflagration on the order of the 1893 fire, building codes and city regulations changed.  The Fire Department was no longer expected to sprinkle the streets.  The following year local businesswoman Ella J. Henderson was reprimanded by the city for laying wood sidewalks which had been outlawed following the fire.  Upon discovery, the city removed them.

In 1895, Fargo held the first Fargo Fire Festival to celebrate the rebirth of the city, a celebration which was held annually until World War I.  The final Fargo Fire Festival — a 40th anniversary event — was held in 1933.

Friday is the 120th Anniversary of the Great Fargo Fire and nobody alive remembers the event firsthand, but it’s appropriate to remember and reflect on an event that shaped our city and state.

This blog is cross-posted from GhostsofNorthDakota.com.

Fargo Brewing Company: Something to Call Our Own

February 3rd, 2013

Fargo Beer Company has announced a new brewery to open soon in Fargo at 610 North University Drive, and a name change to go with it… Fargo Brewing Company.  The company has been in business since 2010, brewing their beer at Sand Creek Brewery in Black River Falls, Wisconsin.

The journey to open the brewery in Fargo has not been easy.  The city had to create a new brewing license to allow a dedicated brewery to be built.  Previously, microbreweries were only licensed as part of restaurant operations.

Fargo Brewing is something to be proud of.  In a city with an iconic name like “Fargo,” it seems a perfect fit that we should have our own namesake brewery.  I sampled the Fargo Beer Company’s “Stone’s Throw Scottish Ale” this weekend, and it is quite good — on par with larger, national brands in my opinion.  The Woodchipper IPA (a reference to the Coen Brothers movie) seems to be sold out all over town.  When the brewery is up and running, they intend to make a Porter called Northbound, plus a Kolsch, a Pale Ale, and some seasonal brews, in addition to the Woodchipper and Stone’s Throw.

Last summer, my sister came to town from Texas.  Her husband Rob asked me to take him to someplace uniquely Fargo — a place Fargo was known for.  It was a disappointment to not have any real destination for him.  I know, everybody says Duane’s House of Pizza is a unique Fargo place, but unfortunately, I’ve never been a fan.  The last time I ate there, I ordered a pop and they brought me a can of pop with a glass of ice.  And the pizza was average.  Not the kind of place I’m eager to take my family when they want a memorable Fargo experience.  I wish Fargo Brewing Company’s brewery had been open at the time.

At any rate, I’m quite excited because Fargo Brewing will be just a few blocks from my house, and it will be a prominent business in a neighborhood that can use a shot in the arm.  The lease on the new brewery begins in March, and Fargo Brewing’s Aaron Hill says they hope to have the brewery open for business by summer.  I’ll be standing in line for a tour and a visit to the tasting room.

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A Pallet Coffee Table Project

February 1st, 2013

This is the pallet coffee table I made from an old pallet.  The car dealer next to the studio where I work has old pallets from their service department lying around.  I saw a weathered red one that struck me as a coffee table waiting to be built, so I asked if I could take it.  ”You can take all of ‘em for all I care,” the service manager said.

My co-worker helped me haul it home in his Jeep since I don’t have a truck right now, and I fired up the propane heater in the garage and got to work.

Number one, I seriously recommend you get a Sawzall (also known as a reciprocating saw) to take the pallet apart.  They are very well-built in general, and trying to pry one apart with a claw hammer or pry bar will likely leave you with a pile of splintered wood.  Use a reciprocating saw to cut through the nails and free the wood from the frame.

Once I’d torn the pallet apart, it was fairly simple to lay the pieces out on the workbench and get a feel for how to put it together.  I used an orbital sander to bring out the wood grain in the red planks, cut everything to length with a circular saw, and screwed it all together.  The side legs were made from some lumber I had lying around, and stained with cherry stain.

All-in-all, it makes a nice little coffee table.  It’s for sale (just in time for the Super Bowl) if anyone is interested in making an offer.  Next project is a wine rack, also made from pallet wood.

Banoffee Pie

January 22nd, 2013

condensed-milkI discovered this easy trick on Pinterest, linked to this blog post.  Based on the unbelievable number of wacky questions in the comments thread on that blog post, I’ll go into great detail here.

Using a crock pot and a couple cans of sweetened condensed milk, you can make homemade ‘caramel’ (also known as Dulce De Leche) with very little fuss, and create an English dessert called Banoffee Pie.

First, peel the label off two 14 oz cans of sweetened condensed milk.  The brand doesn’t matter.  Peeling off the labels will help you avoid making a mess in your crockpot.  Put both sealed cans of condensed milk in the crockpot and fill with water until the cans are completely submerged.  Put the lid on the crock pot, set the heat on low, and let it heat for eight hours.  The cans sometimes leave a rust ring in the bottom of your crock pot, so you may want to consider putting a piece of aluminum foil in the bottom of the crock pot first.

condensed-milk2Some people do this on the stove in a pot of boiling water which is more dangerous and could cause the can to explode if you don’t monitor it.  The crock pot method eliminates that possibility, as long as you set it on low.  There is no risk of BPA getting into your food, and there is no ‘tinny’ taste to the caramel.  This is one instance where it sounds too good to be true, but it’s not.  It’s really this easy, and it tastes delicious.

After eight hours, remove the cans (use tongs) from the crock pot and put them on a plate.  Put the plate in the fridge and let it cool for a minimum of one hour.

After cooling, open the cans of condensed milk with a can opener and you’ll discover an ooey gooey delicious can of caramel filling that makes a great pie filling.  Slice two bananas and fill the bottom of a graham cracker pie crust.  Pour or spoon the caramel mixture over the bananas.  Put the whole thing in the refrigerator and let it cool for a couple hours.  Top with whipped cream and serve.  Banoffee Pie – Delicious!

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When Humans Almost Went Extinct

January 18th, 2013

We’re living in a time of catastrophes.  In just over a decade we’ve witnessed two unbelievable tsunamis.  Two of the five most massive earthquakes in recorded history happened in the last decade.  A perfect-storm hurricane nearly wiped out an entire American city.  And terrorist attacks have reached an unprecedented magnitude.  If real life isn’t scary enough, we’re consistently barraged with Hollywood visions of the apocalypse.  Humans face extinction from every direction — from zombie hordes to asteroid impacts.  But how close have humans actually come to extinction?

VolcanoExtinction is something we learned about in school.  The last Passenger Pigeon died in 1914.  The American Bison population dipped to frighteningly low levels in the 1800s — possibly as low as 541 total animals.  And according to one theory, humans had a close call with extinction too.

This is an interesting potential backstory in human evolution.  The Toba Catastrophe is a supervolcanic event about 70,000+ years ago in Sumatra.  Not to be confused with normal volcanic eruptions, supervolcanic events are orders of magnitude greater than pedestrian volcanic eruptions and have consequences on a global scale.  Imagine a Mount St. Helens-style eruption multiplied by a thousand.  These eruptions are not a theory, they have happened, and will happen again.

In 1993, a scientist proposed a theory — the genetic bottleneck theory — which, if true, would constitute humanity’s closest call with extinction.  Ann Gibbons first suggested the idea in Science in 1993.  Genetic science tells us there was a severe dip in total global human population between 50,000 to 100,000 years ago.  Gibbons theorized that the Toba event caused the dip, and that human population dropped as low as five to ten thousand, globally.

Although the genetic bottleneck theory has not yet achieved mainstream acceptance, it is plausible.  The Toba supervolcanic event blasted so much ash into the atmosphere, it is estimated to have darkened the skies and caused a volcanic winter that lasted 6 to 10 years.  The global cooling from Toba may have lasted nearly a thousand years.  Plant life was heavily impacted.  Multiple species of animals either went extinct, or came very close.  Food supplies would have been devastated and humans living on planet Earth would have had a very hard time.

Following the genetic bottleneck the theory holds, humans then went through a period of prosperity and innovation, punctuated by widespread breeding and migration.  But, as a species, we came within a few thousand individuals of becoming extinct.  All due to an event that was natural, and totally out of our control.

Cherry Limeade

In a highball glass, combine the following over ice:

1/3 Cherry Vodka
2/3 7up
Splash cherry syrup

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Can a Bird Fly Off with a Child?

January 17th, 2013

A recent viral sensation was the video alleged to be an eagle attempting to snatch a baby at a park in Canada. The video was later exposed as a hoax by a team of computer graphics experts, but it initially fooled a considerable number of people. I’m not trying to pat myself on the back, but I will say I knew when I saw the video that it was fake, simply due to my interest in cryptozoology — the study of unknown or unconfirmed creatures. Bigfoot, Nessie, the Yeti, etc…

One of the cryptozoological legends I’ve been interested in for some time is the Thunderbird.  The Thunderbird is alleged to be a giant bird with a wingspan of 15 to 18 feet.  Flying creatures of that size have not existed on Earth since the time of pterosaurs. Today, the largest known birds on Earth are the Andean and California Condors, with wingspans of 9 to 10 feet.  The Thunderbird is more than just a cryptozoological phenomenon however… it is a Native American mythological creature believed to be a servant of the Great Spirit, a shapeshifter, and the controller of rainfall.

There are a few contemporary accounts of Thunderbirds flying off with victims — small animals, even children.  One account from 1868 in Tippah County, Missouri involves a Thunderbird which allegedly flew off with an 8 year old child.  Another from 1977 involves an account of a Thunderbird attack in Lawndale, Illinois.  Accounts of “eagles” flying off with lambs and pigs were common in the 1800′s.

There are problems, however, with these accounts.  The physics don’t work.  A bald eagle weighs about fifteen pounds and can carry about ten pounds for short distances.  That means a condor, the largest bird on the planet could carry an animal of maybe 20 pounds for a short distance.  An eight year old child, at about 80 pounds, is far too large for any bird on Earth to pick up.  Even the toddler in the video which spawned this blog would be too heavy for the eagle to get off the ground.  That’s not to say birds of prey can’t cause serious injury to children and small animals — they can and do.  They just can’t generally fly off with them unless the animal is small enough to be carried.

There may be some truth in the Native American legends about Thunderbirds.  Scientists have speculated that Pterosaurs may have coexisted with early humans for a short time.  Stories could possibly have been passed down through the ages in the rich Native American oral tradition.  That does inspire the imagination — actual humans may have run from giant flying monsters at one time in our past.  It just didn’t happen last year in a park in Canada.

Cherry Citrus Fizz

This is an easy drink recipe we’ve been enjoying at my house recently.

In a Collins glass, combine the following over ice:

1 1/2 parts Cherry Vodka
1/2 part Triple Sec liqueur
2 parts 7up
Splash cherry syrup.  Stir and serve.

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Why Manti Te’o Should Just Come Clean

January 17th, 2013

The case of the phony girlfriend has become a public relations disaster for Notre Dame linebacker Manti Te’o.  The story is long and convoluted, so if you’re unfamiliar, I will try to bring you up to speed.

Te’o engaged in an online relationship with a woman he knew as “Lennay Kekua.”  After a lengthy online courtship, Kekua reportedly died of leukemia last fall.  Te’o gave interviews to sports reporters during Notre Dame’s march to the BCS Championship game in which he detailed his relationship with the girl, and her subsequent death.

Notre Dame held a press conference last night in which they claimed Te’o has been the victim of a cruel hoax.  Lennay Kekua never existed.

Now, sports insiders are exposing the truth.  The photos used on the social media profiles for the fictional Lennay Kekua have been identified as belonging to another woman who does not know Te’o.  Sports website DeadSpin.com is referring to the woman with the pseudonym Reba.  She says the photos were stolen from her Facebook page.  The plot has now thickened.

Reba tells DeadSpin.com one of the photos used on the fake profile for Lennay Kekua is a photo she never published on her Facebook page.  She says she sent the photo to a high school friend, a man named Ronaiah Tuiasosopo.  When she discovered the photo was being used as the face of a dead girl, she called Tuiasosopo and claims he immediately began acting weird.  The photo was then taken down from the allegedly dead Lennay Kekua’s profile moments later.

Ronaiah Tuiasosopo and Manti Te’o allegedly know each other.  And now, the conspiracy theories have blown up in the media.  Some say Te’o was “in on” the hoax against him… in an effort to trump up sympathy for his Heisman Trophy campaign.  Notre Dame officials questioned whether someone was attempting to bait Te’o into some type of NCAA violation, perhaps for purposes of extortion.  The wild allegations are flying.

Te’o needs to come clean and spill it.  If he doesn’t, it will just get worse because he’s become a part of the Catfish phenomenon.  Catfish was a documentary movie about photographer Nev Schulman.  Schulman was engaged in an online relationship with someone who turned out to be a totally different person.  The beautiful woman he thought he was speaking to turned out to be a 40 year old overweight woman with a depressing home life who had engaged in a relationship with Schulman as a form of escape.

The movie has now turned into an MTV reality series (Catfish TV) in which Schulman helps those in online relationships uncover their partners’ identities, true or not.  Last night, they aired an episode in which a man discovers the buxom blonde he thought he was dating online turned out to be an African American male from a nearby town.

This is happening all the time in the social media era, and I believe this is exactly what happened to Manti Te’o.  Those caught in Catfish snares are frequently already suffering from low self-esteem and a heavy dose of naivete’, and the embarrassment of being duped can cause lies to pile up.  This is also why there are differing accounts of whether Te’o met Lennay Kekua, and whether he spoke with her on the phone.  After he realized he had been gullible, he tried to lie his way out of it… and he almost made it.

Let me explain it through a hypothetical.

Te’o meets a person online, someone he thinks is a beautiful young woman.  Really, it’s his acquaintance Ronaiah Tuiasosopo who has a little man crush on Te’o.  They engage in flirtatious chat, up to and including sexually charged conversations.  This goes on for weeks or months, and both parties get something they need out of the interactions.  Te’o quite likely told a few of his buddies about some of the interactions, and his family too.

Sometime later, friends and family start asking questions.  Have you met?  Have you talked on the phone?  When can we meet her?

At this point, Te’o probably begins to take some of their suspicions seriously.  He begins to question the existence of Lennay Kekua as well.  But it’s beyond the point of no return by that time.  The embarrassment of admitting he was so gullible was too hard to face, and he begins trying to lie his way out of it.  Yes, I’ve met her.  Yes, I talk to her on the phone every night.

At some point he learns the truth.  Then it gets more serious.  “She told me she’s dying of leukemia.”  And eventually “She died of leukemia yesterday.”  And at that time, he believes it’s over.

Te’o needs to come clean and endure the ribbing that will surely come from his teammates and friends.  The conspiracy theories that he was trying to deceive someone for whatever purpose will do far more damage to his NFL career than anything.  Humiliation washes off with soap and water.

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What Happened to the Fargo “Sleepwatcher?”

January 16th, 2013

Fargo-area residents might remember the “Sleep Watcher” case.  In 2006 and 2007, a man snuck into homes in the Fargo-Moorhead area and watched people sleep.  In some cases, he actually climbed into bed with them and watched them until they woke up.  I was reminded of the case when I saw a similar story in the local media today.

Court records cited by the Fargo Forum in an April 17th, 2007 report named a Washington man, Casmer Volk, as a suspect in the Sleepwatcher case.  Volk spent a lot of time traveling back and forth between Kittitas County, Washington, and the Fargo area, where he has family.

Volk was given two years of probation for 2006 and 2007 window peeping incidents in the Fargo area, but he was never conclusively linked to other Sleepwatcher home intrusions.

As a Fargo resident, I was casually interested in the cases.  I vaguely remember some law enforcement sources poo-pooing the notion that Volk was responsible for all the Sleepwatcher home intrusions, but I always thought Volk was the guy.  I have no doubt the police worked very hard to convict the guy, and to connect him to the other Sleepwatcher cases.  But the community wasn’t really in a panic over it – the Sleepwatcher has not harmed anybody seemed to be the attitude.

Today I saw a newspaper headline about a man who walked into a West Fargo woman’s home and climbed into bed with her.  I immediately wondered if the Sleepwatcher had returned.

I read the story on this latest incident and it seemed obvious that this guy was just a drunk who wandered into the wrong house ala Robert Downey Junior during his lost years — the sleepwatcher had not returned.  Nevertheless, my interest was piqued and I decided to do some searching.

In September of 2008, after returning to Kittitas County, Volk was caught in a Washington woman’s apartment while she was showering.  Volk was returned to North Dakota and his probation was revoked by Judge John Irby, who gave him one year with credit for 128 days served.

I can find no record of Volk’s release from jail in North Dakota, but he must have been released because he promptly went back to Washington state and started getting in trouble.  In January of 2012, Volk was convicted of raping a four year old boy in Kittitas County.  The rape occurred in May of 2011 while Volk was babysitting the boy.  I think Volk has since been sentenced to 28 years to life, but the link is no longer available online.

So, a couple things come to mind.  First, the Fargo area dodged a bullet with this sicko.  To my knowledge, he never actually assaulted anyone during his time here, probably due to the fact that our police force kept him back on his heels once they were onto him.  And second, I’m reminded why it’s important to take seemingly petty crimes, like peeping, seriously.  This guy started out as a peeper, then became an intruder, and eventually went on to become a rapist.

And now that he’s behind bars, I bet we won’t have to worry about a Sleepwatcher in the Fargo area for quite some time.

A Haunting: Our First Home

January 16th, 2013

In the course of my life, I’ve had a few run-ins I would characterize as supernatural or paranormal.  But the experiences we would have when we bought our first home would leave no doubt in my mind about the reality of the supernatural.  This is the first installment of that story, from the beginning.

We bought our first house in the summer of 2007.  It was a beautiful, sun-soaked summer for the most part, until we started looking for a house.  For about ten or eleven days straight, it rained.  We ran around town with our realtor, checking out houses in a constant downpour.  We learned to go in the basement first — it was so wet, if there were any problems with water in the basement, it was exposed by the weather.  At the time we kind of took it as a blessing.  We found a nice little home in North Fargo and bought it.

We didn’t have to make our first house payment for about sixty days, so we had the luxury of having the keys to our house, and still living in our apartment for two months.  We decided to take the move-in process casually, moving a little bit each day.  Every day, I would leave work, drive up to the apartment, fill our Jeep with one load of boxes, drive it to the house and unload in the garage.  When I arrived on day two, I started to notice little things.

The light in the basement was on when I arrived.  There’s a switch at the bottom of the steps, and one at the top.  I turned it off after I dropped off the first load yesterday.  I was sure of it.  And yet, there I was, looking down the stairwell at a lit basement.  I unloaded my cache of boxes, made a production of turning off the light — “I’m turning off the light now” — and headed back to the apartment.  I did not immediately mention any of this to Rebecca.

A couple of weeks later, we had moved enough of our belongings to begin spending the night in the house.  So our family spent a Saturday taking apart our beds and reassembling them in our new bedrooms.  By this time I had shared my experiences — with lights being on, etc… with my wife.  She expressed some mild agreement as she had encountered the same thing… thinking she had turned off the light, but finding it on.  So, we were on our hands and knees in our bedroom, putting together our bed frame.  It was quiet in the house since our TV hadn’t yet made the trip.  And out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something.

In my peripheral vision, I saw my son Cole walk into the room.  Or that’s what I thought I saw.  And in a reflexive fatherly moment, I stopped cranking on the socket wrench and sat up, hands on my knees, knocking back my baseball cap as I readied myself to answer the question that would inevitably come from my three year old boy.  There was nobody there.  I was looking at an empty spot in the room.  And Rebecca was looking at me, looking at an empty spot in the room.

“What??” she said, alarmed.  “Nothing,” I said.  I had learned a long time ago to not make a big deal out of these things or Becky gets all freaked out.  I tried to go back to work, but she wouldn’t let me.  She made me tell her what I saw.  A little boy in blue, walked into the room.  I thought it was Cole.  Becky had a little shudder and we went back to work.

This would not be the last time we encountered a small, child size apparition in our new home.  You can read on here.

Moorhead’s Architectural Heritage Disappearing Fast

January 15th, 2013

The postcard above shows Center Avenue in Moorhead circa 1965.  The FM Hotel building looks familiar, doesn’t it?  It’s one of the only structures in this scene which still stands.  It’s a tragedy, really.

I live in North Fargo, so I do a lot of shopping in Moorhead because it’s closer than going out to the West Acres area.  But every time I venture into Moorhead, I’m confronted with a declining cityscape.

The popularity of West Acres Mall in Fargo instigated some developments that were of questionable judgement.  In an ill-advised urban renewal project, most of downtown Moorhead was razed to make way for the Moorhead Center Mall and the new Moorhead City Hall.  The new development was wholly inadequate to compete with West Acres and quickly declined into an urban ghost town.

Although the Moorhead Center Mall has been going through a mild resurgence over the last few years, there aren’t many who would defend its existence.  Adding insult to self-inflicted injury, Moorhead has suffered from a lack of leadership on both local and state levels which has manifested itself in a blighted city core.  The examples are many.

The 800 Block of Center Avenue

The 800 block of Center Avenue in Moorhead is beginning to look like something you would see in Chicago or Detroit.  Empty storefronts line the block on both sides of the street.

The structure above at 1004 First Avenue North housed a second hand/antique store recently, but it only lasted about a year.

The Klenk building (above) at 613 Main Avenue has been empty for as long as I can remember.  Looking in through the front windows (below) you can see the entire building is full of junk.

On more than one occasion this building has been a source of discussion between my business partner and I.  It is architecturally attractive, and could be quite nice if it underwent a renovation.  It’s a great location, right across from Ace Hardware on Main Avenue, just down the street from M&H and the Rourke Art Gallery.  If we were ready to have a retail store, we would be interested in this spot, and I can’t imagine we’re alone.

These are but a few examples of a terrible trend which seems to be growing.  Absentee landlords seem content to use their Moorhead properties as little more than ugly storage space.  Although the railroad quiet zone has certainly brought some peace to downtown Moorhead, one could argue the closed streets have resulted in even more blight.  Businesses have suffered from the altered traffic flow, and weeds grow up around haphazardly placed concrete barriers.  There have been public relations failures as well.  A failed street project on Main Avenue made news last summer, and new condo projects on the riverfront suffer from higher-than-expected vacancy rates.

There have been successes in Moorhead — the Comstock House, the Kassenborg Block, and the Fairmont Creamery among them.  But they are a small fraction of happy endings in a pile of sad stories.  The I94 and Easten sections of town are drawing away development dollars that could go a long way toward revitalizing downtown Moorhead, and spreading a small city over a broad area, straining city services and tax revenues.

With Mayor Mark Voxland declining to run for re-election, perhaps now is the time for questions to be asked.  What can be done to compel property owners to take action on their blighted properties?   Where are the budding entrepreneurs with the vision to see past these faded facades?  Recently, a vocal group of Moorhead property owners have begun pushing to have the blighted properties in Moorhead’s city core demolished.  Demolition can’t possibly be the only answer.  There must be a deep-pocketed philanthropist or business person who could lend a hand on the east side of the river.

Let’s hope cooler heads prevail.  Moorhead has already lost enough of their history.

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