Where in Duluth? #186

Having received a clue that narrows it down to a two-block area, I'm still unable to solve this one. Christine Dean has it figured out, but hasn't leaked the answer yet.

It's hard to believe anyone would voluntarily give up the glory and prestige of guessing a Where in Duluth.

That kind of selflessness can only be motivated by a deeper need for fulfillment and gratification. We see right through you, Ms. Dean. We see right through you.

27 Seamore Street.

I googled that address, and the only place it showed up is Glasgow in 1903. When I googled the alternate spelling of 27 Seymour St., I found a real estate listing in Preston, Victoria, Australia.

First hint: It's in North America.

Zooming out a bit.

"I googled the address" is a better chuckle than the grade school joke Who wrote the book Under the Bleachers? Butts is an obscure lead to the answer Seamore/Seymore/Seemore.

Twenty years ago when my son started riding the school bus, he came home with the gem how do you get a 12-inch penis? "Fold it in half" has become a much-used punchline.

I walk by it one or two times a week, so for me it's like shooting fish in a barrel. Not sporting. Once when Barrett posted one from West Duluth I rode my bike around looking for it (it was the pic on the side of the laundromat) and even though I never found it I had fun looking. Why would I steal that joy from others?

When this post went up I had a strong feeling I had been to the spot in question. But I was wrong. I would have never figured this out without Ms. Dean's clue. It's on the pedestrian walkway alongside Piedmont Avenue / Highway 53 between 22nd and 23rd avenues west.

I'm pretty sure I'd never walked the tunnel under the highway until now.



When I went through, I imagined Ms. Dean would be on the other side, brandishing brass knuckles. Then I'd turn around to go back the way I came and Ramos would be standing there cackling madly.

Very good to see Ms. Dean shaming Mr. Lundgren into solving this puzzle.

I will just add that the east side of the tunnel offers a picturesque view of a little waterfall, which is your last chance to see Coffee Creek before it flows into a culvert and disappears forever.

Good job, Paul! Last time I walked through that tunnel it smelled strongly of weed and there was a dude hanging out with his bicycle on the far side.

Alas, the brass knuckles come out. I believe it was a purchase (perhaps the spring of 1979 or maybe '80) from the Last Place on Earth. The receipt will show the knucks, five cans of coke snuff, a mid-size bong and a used Jimmy Buffett album. The Buffett was later signed at a now-defunct Riverfest concert in St. Paul.