Downtown Tucson may never be the same

Downtown Tucson may never be the same

Downtown's most inscrutable business, Wig-O-Rama, appears to be no more. A handwritten sign on the door says "family emergency." The walls and floor are littered with bald mannequin heads missing their green, lilac and red wigs.

Back in the early 1980s when I was a reporter at the Daily Star's downtown office, my colleagues and I often commented on how the store, while fully stocked, rarely seemed to have customers. One day I stopped by and asked the woman at the counter about writing a profile of the business. She did not want to be interviewed. 

As the years passed, the window displays became ever spookier. There must have been customers, but I never did see them. If this is the end, RIP to the mysterious Wig-O-Rama.

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