There isn't an Indiana City in Michigan.

Population of 31K souls, a great size for a home town. It's been around since 1830. It had big grown spurts in the 20s and 50s, hit a peak in 1970, and has been edging down ever since. Still more people today than 1950. As you can tell, they went the Tree-Lined Route for urban beautification. Let's see how that turned out.

Oh dear God no

Who do they worship in there? Colonel Sanders?

That’s an inauspicious place to start; let’s move along.

Lots of trees to make downtown inviting, and also keep you from seeing the buildings.

Sometimes the tree looks like a hostage:

Nice severe bank, though. Your money will be tabulated by International Business Machines.

The architectural equivalent of Dacron bell-bottoms:

"Won't the wood weather and look shabby?"

"That's part of the appeal!"

"I'm sorry, the appeal? How?"

"It's the Seventies!"

"Yes but it won't always be"

"It's the Seventies now!"

Absolutely standard-issue 20s office block. But these are necessary.

Sedate and rather indifferent old bank, looking like something from a period in the Roman Empire where they’d run low on money

But it’s better than this.

Gorgeous, really:

And the pikes are deployed so they won’t be overrun if fighting reaches the roof.

I’d hate to find the architect and give him the slap he deserves, because he’s probably old, and probably came to regret this.

The underscaled little pillars, like the desperate hands of Baby Atlas, are the perfect touch.

A ceremonial arch, erected for a triumph to celebrate the vanquishing of Springfield!

No, of course not. Integration, if you can call it that, of the ruins into an OUMB.

Which, I confess, I like.

Not a lot of respect for the street line, but it has a nice retro-modernism look.

“I tell you, once work gets around, we’ll be the world HQ for the office of Rock ‘em Sock ‘em Robot collectors.”

Too bad, considering what it abuts.

PLEASE GIVE THE OTHER ONE A LITTLE POINTY PEDIMENT HAT

The sorrowful reminder of prouder times.

Original color remaining on the terra-cotta garland?

“We based this one on some clip art about 1940s factories.”

"We just wanted to make sure people knew there would be a way to get from one floor to the other.”

Looks as if the biggest damned tree in North America was felled and hollowed out.

A sad old citizen, with only the carvings over the windows remaining from its proud days of yore.

This . . . is the saddest thing I’ll see all day.

It was a hopping little corner once, I’ll bet. The place to go after the movie.

Speaking of which, did we miss a theater?

We did not. There was one.

It was razed.

For this.