Four thousand, two hundred souls. "The city is named for William Orlando Butler, an American military and political figure of the early and mid-19th century." Several cities are named for him. Like many from the early-mid 19th, his memory in the public imagination has faded to nothing.

There’s a lot of lost history on that wall. Local store names? National brands like Coca-Cola? You wonder if anyone remembers.

The building and its setting.

Why wouldn’t anyone want to use the space for advertising today? Perhaps there’s respect for the remains of the old ads.

CENTER IT PLEASE

I love the 50s overhang - a crisp modern update to an old downtown. Had to have been a smart women’s store.

“Strange as it seems, it’s true; old man Fisk built it so he could be entombed between the first and second floors.

Weathered Buckaroo Revival on a nice 50s building with the trademark thin brick of the era.

If I had to guess, I’d say it was a hotel. No small windows would indicate bathrooms at the end of the hall. Shall we google?

Yes! And it’s still a hotel. The Pennell.

But was it always City Hall?

Four lads without much to say, but they seem content.

Nicely preserved. And it actually looks better for the paint job, I think

Interesting window. There’s another similarly shaped in another building. I wonder what they called the style. “Keyhole,” probably.

Old signage revealed by ripping off some modernization, perhaps. Looks as if there's a remnant of Rexall orange.

Stolid Greek, Doric columns, subsequent addition. I think.

The somewhat rare “County Bank.” Well, rare today, anyway.

Munchkins on the left, NBA players on the right

Gah.

Let’s clean that one up, shall we? Brings the whole block down.

I should take another look; perhaps the Google had returned since I snipped this.

Somewhat better.

And here's the old view with the proud row of Presidents, for some reason.

Hello to you too

Ah, there’s the other Keyhole window building.

In this case the paint does not do it any favors.

A 1902 example of civic pride:

The courthouse, which is no doubt creaky and leaky. But you suspect it will never be torn down, not when it’s survived this long, and has come to represent the heart of downtown.

I hope.

One last look:

Now in its third century. In American terms, that's practically BC.