On my train ride from NYC to Bumblefuck, I sat next to a guy who asked me what kind of industry we had left. I didn't have an answer for him. I got home around , passed out around 9, and woke up at . I couldn't sleep, so I got a glass of water. Dad is usually awake at this hour, so we talked a bit about what's been happening.
It started with all of the leather mills. The process of turning animal skin into leather is, to put it lightly, toxic. The process hasn't changed in 100 years. Some time ago, the EPA decided to charge the leather companies to clean up the waste. Well, it cost more to clean than it did to make the leather in the first place. The business owners, who had made their millions moved all production (and poison) to
The owner of one of the small shops that Wal*Mart put out of business sold drugs to make ends meet. He and many others were arrested recently. Drug rehab centers are popping up all over the place. When a town has no industry, no culture, and no hope, everyone turns to drugs. Theft, rape, and murder rates have increased. Welfare is up. New businesses fail within five years. Businesses that move to the area for the tax breaks leave as soon as they expire. There are some who manage to stay afloat as an "independent contractor" but their luck will run out sooner than later. Doctors and lawyers have it made, to a degree. Once the town is deserted, they'll have to move to bigger cities and have more competition.