Five thousand, seven hundred souls. As for the name: "Anadarko got its name when its post office was established in 1873. The designation came from the Nadaco Native Americans, a branch of the Caddo Nation, and the 'A' was added due to a clerical error."

Also:

Anadarko, the self-titled "Indian Capital of the Nation." It is the capital of the Wichita and Affiliated Tribes, the Delaware Nation and the Apache Tribe of Oklahoma. The city houses the National Hall of Fame for Famous American Indians.

We start, as usual, at the edge of downtown . . .

And then, in the blink of an eye (or a click of the mouse) it’s gone.

Up the street, this hand-made sign. Very small-town, and I say that with affection and respect.

We'll get back to this.

A block away from the main street . . .

Dang

The old fellow took a - okay, took a haircut before it went down.

It was a substantial structure. There was more around this part of town than remains today.

Kitty-corner:

“Bob’s an iconoclast. Insists on doing the lotus position and meditating to the setting sun. So we accommodate him.”

IOOF sign still up, regardless of whether the still convene.

Let’s go back to the main drag.

Or maybe we shouldn't

The Bowling Alley whose side we saw before, and an old building with a faded palimpsest:

Eventually, the elements will do their sandblasting for you.

Might not have the most illustrious tenant, but it’s not in bad shape. The original elements can be clearly seen.

Like a hieroglyphic ruined by the dynasty that came next.

I wonder what that meant. The builder’s initials, perhaps.

Not that it matters now.

Surely a bank.

Once, anyway. Long closed up and painted and forgotten.

United with a paint scheme . . .

And then united in disuse.

That’s half. More next week. Better? Worse? We’ll see.