I was editing my novel when it occurred to me that although the intent was historical fiction, it could be seen as a historical lament. Each generation has preserved, for the most part, those things held near and dear to their predecessors and to them and have passed these on to their successors. All but my generation.
Stop and think what things we grew up with. What of those things we have lost by willingly allowing or otherwise permitting them to deteriorate or disappear: Strong family ties, full service gas stations, wholesome entertainment, our language (gay, crack, pot), work ethic, individuality, friendly customer service, the ability to count back change, the drive and rewards for success, trust in government and elected officials ... add to the list as you also reflect. There will be those who challenge this with changes that may have been for the better and those who blame some political party or individual.
But those have nothing to do with what I am saying. There is an old military axiom, "Be watchful at night and during the hours of darkness." And another: "The enemy attacks at only two times ... when you expect them and when you don't." It is the same for all things we cherish as we allow them to deteriorate and disappear. Get the point?