Caucus Ruckus

They came, they waited, they voted. Actually, some left. But more than 37,000 people took part in the Democratic caucuses last Monday, more than twice as many as had been anticipated.  Lines snaked around precincts like they do at a movie premiere. Cars were ticketed for double-parking. Yes, it might have been chaos, but the excitement, the adrenalin-rush, the chance to be a part of something- that's what many people came away with last week. Hopefully, in spite of the madness and lack of controls at some overwhelmed sites, no one partook of the old Chicago mantra of "vote early, and vote often".

Whether it ends up to be Hilary Clinton or Barack Obama against the all-but-confirmed John McCain in November, this will be a race for the ages, and not just because we will have a female or African American candidate; the excitement on all sides of the political spectrum is based on a desire for someone to come along in America who can truly make a difference, augment definitive change, and move the bulky, entrenched system of red and blue, left and right, to be more inclusive and more meaningful for the masses. It's an obvious feeling you get from anybody you talk to who cares.

The younger generation, often disinterested or jaded by events in the world, seems to be coming on strong. Minorities, women voters, and elderly citizens seem to be more actively involved than at any time in the recent past. And that's a good thing. Hawaii people stood up, some for hours, and made a statement last Tuesday- that we matter, that we care, that we count as an integral part of the vibrant democratic process. Think about it...