An anonymous person sent me a comment today that is directed at the first post that I published about Picher, Oklahoma in 2010. Here it is:
Well. When I returned to Picher last Summer...the pharmacy was still there and open. Moreover, the manager was very much alive (although I may have detected a hint of zombie
around his eyes) as were the two women who answered the phone (who the heck called?) and sold
a bottle of grape Gatorade to me, respectively.
The interest in Picher continues to be amazing. And I plan to visit that fetid-smelling ghost town one
more time next year. But when I do, I won't come alone. Nor will I be at the mercy of local whims. Nope, when I walk around Picher again...my visit will be official.
I'll let you figure that out.