Last year, I had a half-day in a place that went through a similar transition:<p><a href="https:&#x2F;&#x2F;en.wikipedia.org&#x2F;wiki&#x2F;Raton,_New_Mexico" rel="nofollow">https:&#x2F;&#x2F;en.wikipedia.org&#x2F;wiki&#x2F;Raton,_New_Mexico</a><p>Made an impression on me. Wrote a poem about it on the train --<p><pre><code>  Raton Station

  It’s flat
  Flatness rolls for miles around
  Mountains in the distance
  Flatness approaching the peaks

  Scenic clouds dot the sky
  Looking perhaps painted on
  The place is rather idyllic
  Except for, well, you know

  Every store is having a sale
  Of the stores still open
  If you want to lease a building
  The local Radio Shack is also town landlord

  The people are friendly enough
  7,000 of them are scraping by
  The waitress loves it here
  Despite saving money to move to Omaha

  We hitched a ride in the bed of the pickup
  To the stretch with restaurants and hotels still open
  I asked what had happened here?
  The coal mines shut down</code></pre>