I've been dancing quite a bit and enjoying it a lot. Hard to put the experience into words.
On another note, I rested the day of the Democratic party caucuses in Washington State. Didn't have a strong opinion as to whether Obama or Clinton should get nomination.
Either is OK with me.
I am looking forward to a new Democratic president, if the Democrats win in November.
Was amused that some folks complain about lack of parking around caucus locations. Progressive people should be taking the bus or riding bikes, not using the Middle Eastern oil.
At least the lack of parking means that more folks than expected showed up to participate in the political process. Often Washingtonians think it's already a "done deal" before our state puts it's "two bits" in. Well, this year, it was still an open race. Now it looks like Obama has the momentum, or as was said during an earlier (I think 1988 Bush SR. campaign) "The big Mo."
Could be a new inspiration for jump starting the political landscape. I'll take either Obama or Clinton.
Figured there was a lot of people at the caucus anyway and I didn't want to face all those folks while getting over a slight cold.
Maybe I should have gone and suggested a plank in the platform about alternative transportation and bicycling to the caucus locations. The revolution starts at home.
I went to one caucus and then the county convention in 1988.
It was interesting.
1988 Whatcom County Convention was held in the Sehome High School Cafeteria.
As people were debating the fine points of some platform amendment at the end of the convention, cheerleaders were out in the hall waiting to use the room.
One person said,
"The last platform item is about to be determined by eviction."
It was time for the convention to vacate that room and turn it over to cheerleader practice.
That was 1988. Now, it's a new day.
Robert, I wasn't the only one who rode the bus to my caucus at BHS. There was a slight drizzle that day, but nothing anybody who's lived here 2 years or more couldn't handle. The high school parking lot was jammed with cars, mostly individuals who came, voted, and left.
Those of us who rode the bus, though, got an additional benefit from that day. Not only did we meet and talk during the caucus session (and do all the political things), our conversations continued as we watied for the 331 (or whichever bus we needed). Ideas were exchanged, topics discussed, issues debated. There was almost as much enthusiasm at the bus stop as there had been during the meeting. It was great!
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