Today marks a turning point in the history of Brockport. The Village of Brockport is reaping the results of the last two village elections at tonight’s two meetings, the intermunicipal meeting with the towns of Clarkson and Sweden at 6 PM and the Village Board Meeting at 7 PM.
The two new Trustees supported by the Pro-Brockport group have provided the two critical votes needed to approve the Memorandum of Undestanding to create a new fire district.
Who would have thunk it?
The story isn’t over. But it has taken some unusual twists and turns. The people of Brockport can gather the signatures needed to force a referendum on the proposed fire district, and there is serious talk about doing just that.
Even the editorial board of the Democrat and Chronicle has encouraged Brockport residents to do just that.
But if there is a referendum, who could have guessed that Trustees Blair, Blackman and Hannan might be on one side of the issue and Pro-Brockport on the other?
But that’s the way it is. It didn’t have to be, but it is.
Today also marks a changing of the guard in this column.
Mother Nature has a way of grabbing us by the throat sometimes and shaking us to wake us up. It’s a good idea to pay attention when Mother Nature does that.
On Friday I got confirmation that on July 21st I had a Transient Ischemic Attack (TIA), or mini-stroke.
So it is definitely time for me to reassess what I am going to do with the rest of my life, however long or short it may be.
For the past year and a half I have spent an inordinate amount of time and effort working to get Brockport on the right track. I have worked like a dog, yet good things hardly ever seem to happen.
The stress just builds and builds and nobody in Brockport seems to be willing to take those small steps that would relieve some of the pressure and allow us to move forward.
David Markham summed it up best in an email earlier this summer.
“I have become increasingly cynical about politics as I watch good people do stupid and destructive things.”
July 15, 2011
We’re stuck and can’t seem to move. We’re like a steam boiler with the heat turn on high and the steam lines closed. The pressure just builds until the pressure relief valve blows.
On July 21st my pressure relief valve blew.
In the battle to save Brockport I have been wounded and carried from the battle field.
Someone else will have to
I will tie up the loose ends, by writing about responses I have received to the FOIL requests I submitted. I owe that to much Leslie Morelli and the other hard working civil service employees who had to spend their time gathering the data for me. But don’t ask me to do any new research.
The in box on my desk is about ten inches high, including data about the fire department calls, code enforcement (or lack of it), and a lawsuit. But once I clean off my desk, I will only write about Brockport politics from time to time. My deep involvement with Brockport politics is over.
As I leave the political battlefield in Brockport, my biggest regret is that I have failed to convince people to make reasonable decisions based on the facts, instead of continuing to make emotional decisions based on hearsay, lies and intimidation. Making decisions that way always leads to chaos.
I tried my best. It didn’t work out.
Good luck, and don’t let the bastards get you down.