As one end of our city prepares for fireworks, Fayston Street, on the other end, where Odin Lloyd lived, weeps.

A guy from the neighborhood and our city ended up being dumped in an industrial park, his body not even covered. The Winter Hill gang covered their bodies.

I wonder if his alleged killer had not been an overpaid ball catcher would we have heard about it at all?

On June 15 when I spoke to Dorchester’s Ward 15 Committee Meeting seeking their endorsement they asked me about public safety and somehow I got to that bear that was shot and killed in Newton. That bear got more press than a coinciding murder in Dorchester.

If you have read my column or watched my show, you know I feel, sometimes, what happens in Dorchester is not as important if it had happened elsewhere in our city. I have argued this point, with editors from the Boston Globe, police captains, politicians, you name it. My feelings never change on the subject and I guess neither do theirs.

It has nothing to do with the Boston Police Department, or any elected official, it’s a perception that just will not go away because it is reinforced by so many people places and things. I’m sure it is not done deliberately it’s just easy.

It’s easy to think of Odin Lloyd as a part of the problem isn’t it? We quickly believe the narrative of the drug dealing because it fits with the story line (no matter what anyone is up to, being dumped in an industrial park with bullets in the back of your head isn’t how they should die).

So this morning I see Aaron Hernandez’s name in the paper and I can’t stop thinking about Odin Lloyd, again. He played for the same high school football team as one of my brothers. He lived in my neighborhood. Whatever happens now people will pay attention to this murder because someone who catches a ball allegedly did it.

I went to Fayston Street this morning and talked to a porch full of Odin’s friends. They had attended his funeral and some still wore the memorial buttons.

They were not planning the location they would be watching the fireworks from tomorrow night.

They told me I was sitting in Odin’s seat; that there was a temporary occupant for the emptiness somehow made them smile.

They asked to make sure I told you a few things about Odin, that he was a wonderful friend, that he cared about his neighbors , that he loved his family, and that he was no drug dealer. So I have told you.

I left the porch full of my Dorchester neighbors and thought about the sad porch parties that will be happening on Fayston Street all summer. At least Odin Lloyd and his family will receive justice; so many other victims do not.