Almost 6000 souls. Wikipedia: "It was settled by and named for Smith Paul, a North Carolina native who married a Chickasaw woman and became a citizen of the Chickasaw Nation before the Civil War. The town economy is largely based on agriculture and oil production."

Instead of starting at the outskirts and moving in, it appears I just plopped into the middle of things. Behold, a bank:

And a Radio Shack? What is this, 2004?

Looks as if we’re getting our OUMB out of the way fast:

And here’s your shaved theater. All the basics! Right away!

Cinematreasures says it was updated in the 1980s, and this confirms it. Blurry through-the-door-glass picture shows Miami-Vice-era glass blocks.

Another bank, except this one has two doors so the robbers can surround the occupants and get the draw on everyone:

		1884
		Barely visible. The wind and rain is intent on scouring everything away.

This is an inscrutable series of events.

The other side of the mess. The permanent fence suggests this was intended to be left as it is.

Better than a vacant lot.

Odd. There was a “Yukon’s Best Flour,” but this says . . . Youkon’s?

Now that’s a beaut.

I do wonder how bad some last drops were back in the day.

Utterly incompetent.

Destruction reveals a long-hidden sign:

“But,” you say, “perhaps the building that’s missing was only one story?” I thought that might be the case, but no, if you look at the second story you’ll see the ragged remains of a second floor. So the sign was quite old, and obscured for a long, long time.

JEEZUM crow, if only I’d just look ahead to the next picture

A story of American downtowns in three acts: