It's Monday night, sports fans, and around here that means another night of
family home entertainment.
Tonight we chose to attend our Town Caucus instead of our usual stay-at-home variety of FHE.
This time to the Middle School, where we participated in the democratic process of nominating candidates to fill open positions in our town government. Some of the conversation you could have been part of if you had gone along:
(imagine a noisy chaotic van full of people
driving through the rain and across flooded sections of road)
"What's a caucus?"
"No, a caucus."
"It's a dead body."
"We're going to see a dead body?"
"Dear, you just told the kids we're going to see a dead body."
"Oh. Umm, you better explain."
Since we were the only family (read: if we had not come, the youngest person there would probably not have been younger than 40-something) in attendance, it will probably not be hard to figure out whose ballot was covered in stick figures and scribble.
On the way home, we tried the return-and-report method:
"So, did anyone learn anything?"
"Yes. That was really boring."
"That no one wants to be on the sewer commission."
"That they really should call that thing a Town Carcass."