I lived in Stockton, California, for about seven months in 1967. My father had taken a job grading wool for the Cal Wool Co-op; the move didn’t work out, and my family was back in the Lowell area by the end of the year. Stockton felt a lot like Lowell in those days. The industries were related to farms and ranches in the San Joaquin Valley. Today’s NYTimes has an op-ed column by Paula Sheil, a community college teacher in Stockton who is living through the city’s current bankruptcy—it’s the largest American city (300,000 pop.) to go bankrupt in the Great Recession.