Figures Don't Lie...

At least a few BP residents have spoken in recent times of the charm and the importance of neighbors in a community like ours helping other neighbors.  There was talk of recognizing and assisting the disadvantaged, or the hurt, among us.  And the people who made the loudest argument in this direction didn't present themselves as if they were performing some cheap pandering or disingenuous demagoguery.  They said it like they meant it.  Like if something happened to you, and you needed help, they'd be there for you.

Do you want to know how many of these people came forward to offer some sort of assistance to the BP neighbor who can't afford a new roof, because of his daughter's medical bills, or how many of them even bothered to leave a comment on the relevant blog post?  Zero.

And how many BP residents complained that no one tells them what's going on, what the Village management or Commission is up to, as if it's all a secret?  A lot, very recently.  How many people complained that no one reaches out to them, and that things happen without their ever being warned of it?  Also a lot, right?

So last week, I published a post announcing that I would make myself available for an hour, even two hours, Thursday, June 12, starting at 6:00 PM, at the recreation center.  I sent notice of this post to my "BP Residents" circulation, which is 80 people.  Maria Camara, the Village Clerk, sent word through the Village's e-mail blast circulation.  What's that, hundreds?

Do you want to know how many people came to talk, to ask questions, to complain, or anything?  Zero.

Money's not the only thing that talks.  Failure to "show up" speaks volumes.