Savor and cherish it, Gordon and Danny.
Towns with a solid base of fastener shops, machine shops, and fabrication shops to support giant manufacturing concerns are decaying in place, as the industries that supported them have mostly long since left for places with more "favorable terms" ("right to work" states first, then Mexico, and eventually to East Asia).
This small city had no less than 5 good locally owned bearing shops and at least 10 good machine shops when I started my career back in the '80s, which was probably a third as many as had been here in the '60s. Today, there is one chain place (Motion Industries) to buy bearings, and one machine shop that will take retail work. I took some fan pieces to Armitage Machine about a month ago, and the guy who unloaded my stuff (a 60" fan blade, a 24" drive sheave, and a 1-3/16" shaft in 2 pieces) came out to meet my truck in a walker - he was not the owner, he was a machinist. When they close, I'll be out of luck. Gary Hagel Fabrication let me know he will be around for 2 more years, if he lives. He's 85, and just sold his real estate for the second time (long story, but Gary is no slouch).
I take care of a commercial real estate client - their local holdings in the area are worth hundreds of millions of dollars. They are two brothers, sons of an immigrant from Lebanon back in the '40s. The brothers are both in their 60s (one might even be 70 now). I did a HVAC inspection for one of their wives - her parents had recently passed and they were readying the house for sale.
When I went into the basement to look at the furnace, I found a complete machine shop - mill, lathe, brake, shear, etc. Her dad had been a tool and die maker at Caterpillar Tractor, she (the daughter) married a guy whose family owned half of Peoria and was one of the most clear-thinking businessmen I'll ever meet. The brothers have been liquidating their local holdings here to invest in the places where the tax laws and weather are more favorable (Florida and Arizona) since Cat moved its headquarters out of town. They smell death. The adult children of these men are spoiled idiots. Such is the progression: craftsmen build the city, moguls got stupidly wealthy on its cream, and the grandchildren are wastrels. It's an old story.
I hear you both regarding getting stuff done in a strange place. I really don't wanna' start over. Everything I know is here, but it's all slowly going away. I'm not sure I could relearn a new place. Heck, I'm not sure I can relearn this place, as it withers on the vine.
Savor and cherish it, Gordon and Danny. Nothing lasts forever.