Thirty-three thousand souls. If you're interested, the Wikipedia entry on "20th Century Economic Decline" is a wild ride.

It’s another two-folder run, so let’s see if it’s Great and Even More Great, aka Greater, or Bad then Good, or one long smear. Remember, I haven’t looked at these since I set them aside many months ago.

That’s interesting. Unchanged, except perhaps for paint, since its 30s / 40s rehab, or construction. All the Vitrolite’s there.

Practically unchanged.

I do suspect it was painted, at some point

And judging from the upper windows, painted a lot.

Standard 50s rehab, with the cornce left on as a warning to others.

It looks junky now.

Okay, wrap your brain around this sequence.

Nothing in the lot for a while, someone paints the sign, then the one-story building goes up, the rest of the sign fades? Or was it two stories? Original sign intact because it was covered by construction?

Another rehab, turned into a variety store. I’d suspect a chain, although not Woolworths.

Wrong color for a Woolworth.

Okay, well, these guys have the local furniture market sewn up, it seems.

Modern windows as caregivers for an old, weary entrance.

New construction, probably. Proud entrance with lots of display cases; wouldn’t be surprised if it had been a jewelry store.

OH NOW COME ON

Let someone else have a crack at the furniture market, okay?

“That’ll teach ‘em” - someone from Lighthouse, probably

Unfortunate Buckaroo awning on a nice pre-war modern building.

Ah, inclusive lofts

Something was there, once.

I’ve never seen the stone up top accommodate a painted sign.

Nice! Inasmuch as it tries to have some historical resonance.

Druggs?

There’s something about this image I love, even though it’s sad. What it suggests of a previously interesting time, complete with some local colorful person who came out on the balcony every morning in his robe and boxers, stretched and yawned, scratched himself, and went back in. You could set your watch by him.

I think we’re getting the correct impression of the health of downtown.

Alarm boxes on the right, silent for decades.

Someone’s not spending a lot on drapes.

Once a year they crack a window to let the smell out

Ah. Later. Could be a rehab in progress, but, well, you know.

A sign that things might be better on our second trip? We’ll see next week.