One economic indicator from back in my hometown: The wife in a family of four has gotten a job at the local jail, working as a guard. The husband talked about her first week on the job, how as she walked past the cells, the inmates behaved like animals, flinging urine, feces, and every other possible kind of bodily fluid or substance at her. The husband's voice assumed a hushed tone as he finished: "... and after twenty-five years, she gets a
pension!"
Before this, it was already depressing to drive down the main drag and remember how it used to be, with big business and colorful neon at night, replaced nowadays by "Everything Under a Dollar!" stores, and Rent-a-Centers with painted wooden signs out front instead of costly illuminated signs. The city has changed since the manufacturing and heavy industry left, but there will always be the opportunities of the service economy for that family of four; they're too young to remember what I saw.