When some of us in the NW see/hear "PCC" we think a natural food/co-op market with yummy deli selections that, when weighed out to the pound, are as valuable as some precious metals. When I say/write "PCC," I mean, Precinct Caucus Chair.
I'm speaking 'bout revolution in the mindstate my hungry babies. . . I'm pandering for real change, my people!
Just this past Saturday, February 9th, yours truly had the great honor of participating in the Washington state caucus as my precinct's appointed caucus chair in the 32-1209's Democratic party candidacy shindig at Highland Terrace Elementary School.
When I arrived that afternoon, it was nothing like I remember of the Iowa Caucus. In my Iowa Caucus experience, I remember hundreds of folks crammed into spaces that only molecules occupy. By my estimation, the space that molecules occupy aren't comprised of people in funny costumes. Spaces for molecules don't speak loudly and/or make you feel bad for standing in a corner in support of a particular candidate, but that's what I remember of Iowa.
However, in Washington state, there was little fan fair and caucus molecules were breathing quite well in the elementary school gymnasium. Things were casual and everyone was carrying around this kind of muted, only-in-the-NW-informed 'excitement.'
That Saturday, I approached my elementary lunch table in the gym with the same kind of excitement for taking part, first-hand in the electoral process. I sat down at the 32-1209's lunch table and people were talking. In the midst of all the lunch room table talk, I let it slip that I'd once participated in the Iowa Caucus.
See, "participate" is a loaded word for me. Standing in the corner of a room in Iowa, with an arm raised is much different than reading guidelines to a group of Washingtonians looking at you as a capable figurehead ensuring their voice/vote will be heard/counted. Some at the table felt that given my Iowa experience, I'd be a natural choice as the precinct's chair. After taking the reigns and digesting the many number of forms and instructions contained within our precinct's delegate envelope, I knew the next two or so hours were going to be quite interesting.
Long story short, attendance swelled and soon a great many number of us were shouting our viewpoints, or in my case, instructions and guidelines we were to follow as caucus attendees. In the 32-1209, all 48 in attendance were able to sit through the required paperwork and herky-jerky Democratic processes in order to rightfully distribute our precinct's six alloted delegates. Mad props to my Tally Clerk, Mary (seen in the 3rd-from-the-top photo in the black turtleneck), our precinct caucus secretary and my right hand man on the cellphone calculator, both of which are unnamed and unidentified in the pics above.
O' yeah! The let's-take-it-back sentiment is contained in the envelope below, Mama: