Almost 3,000 souls. Not saying the city government is particularly robust, but the town's website, linked by its Wikipedia page, now hosts a Phillippine gambling site. Someone may want to do something about that.

As usual, we start on the outskirts of downtown, which can be an auspicious introduction . . .

. . . or not. Turn to the right . . .

A staple of rural communities. Turn to the right again . . .

Ah, that’s better.

The brick is often begging to be seen again.

Why did they take out the glass? Who wants less light?

Not to sound like those irritating clickbait engagement-farming tweets, but what do you think its original use might have been?

Down the block:

And all together now. Surely a garage. Note how the driveways go to the smaller entrances.

No one's driving a car out of that space in the middle-right.

The building on the left is an addition, of course, and perhaps done within a decade or two of the original construction.

But there’s no need to slather frosting on the cornice. Times are tight.

No one’s fooled; you just didn’t want to do it.

The front of the building shows it’s changed not a whit . . .

. . . except for ADA compliance.

Odd little thing. Doesn’t look as if it’s been altered in any way. It was always that peculiar.

Long, long gone.

Too many "fashion" search returns in Google for "Pixie." The truth, as usual, might be ten pages deep.

No one would ever mistake a laundromat for an old gas station.

It would be amusing if it was an old Ty-Dol station.

Oh, those tiny small town movie houses.

Cinematreasures:

Opened February 7, 1916 as the Mission Theatre, with just under 400 seats. It remains in operation on Main Street in Clayton. It has had the same owners for two decades, who saved the theater from certain doom. The Mission style exterior, and the interior, with its Art Deco style touches, has been painstakingly restored and refurbished over the years, including all new projection equipment.

Originally, in the basement of the Luna Theater was a grand ballroom, the Mission Ballroom, which later was converted into a long-gone roller rink.

The Google camera has blurred out the moon face on the marquee. It was neon, originally. And it winked.

Well, someone got a haircut.

Or the storefront was occupied for a while by someone who was an ardent Jacobin.

Ancient sign, still doing the Lord’s work:

There’s another folder for Clayton. Worse? Better? We’ll find out next.