We've had examples of this, in our town and in other towns. We started discussing what to do about it several years ago, and the support for it just built during that time.

In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages there are no minorities; people are not numerous enough. You must see the world there, perforce. Every man is himself a class; every hour carries its new challenge. When you pass the inn at the end of the village you leave your favourite whimsy behind you; for you will meet no one who can share it. We listen to eloquent speaking, read books and write them, settle all the affairs of the universe. The dumb village multitudes pass on unchanging; the feel of the spade in the hand is no different for all our talk: good seasons and bad follow each other as of old. The dumb multitudes are no more concerned with us than is the old horse peering through the rusty gate of the village pound. The ancient map-makers wrote across unexplored regions, 'Here are lions.' Across the villages of fishermen and turners of the earth, so different are these from us, we can write but one line that is certain, 'Here are ghosts.' ("Village Ghosts")

What's good for one little town is good for all the little towns.

This is something the attorneys are going to be dealing with.

Right now we are dealing with a lot of conflicting statements and conflicting evidence.

Exxon is very definitely apologizing to this community for what happened and we're doing everything we can to remedy this situation.