What’s the Point – or – ‘Buddy, Can You Spare a Spoon?’


Last Friday I received the following regarding a “Special Meeting” per the Grays Harbor County Commissioners. It went like this:

 The Commissioners will be holding the following Special Meeting next week.

Tuesday, September 27

8:30 a.m.                                           Special Meeting for closed session under collective bargaining RCW 42.30.140(4)/ Conference Room 1/ All Commissioners

I appreciate the due diligence here. The administrative technicalities. The RCW mumbo-jumbo. But seriously. If a collective bargaining session is closed to the public, what’s the point in sending out a notice to the public? It’s like inviting folks to your party and locking the front door.

Why aren’t these meetings open to tax payers, especially if tax dollars are involved?

Also, in case you’re wondering about the RCW cited above, wonder no more. I saved you a couple clicks and looked it up for ya. Here’s the whole enchilada.

Let me know when you figure that out. In the meantime, Grays Harbor, you might want to take at look at: Lincoln County Adopts Collective Bargaining Transparency.  The September 6, 2016 story notes:

Lincoln County Commissioners unanimously approved a resolution today to require transparency for all the county’s collective bargaining talks. I believe this is the first contract transparency resolution of its kind in the state. According to the resolution:

“From this day forward, Lincoln County shall conduct all collective bargaining contract negotiations in a manner that is open to the public; AND Lincoln County shall provide public notice of all collective bargaining negotiations in accordance with the Open Public Meetings Act (RCW 42.30.060 – 42.30.080) . . .”

It goes on to cite several good reasons for embracing collective bargaining transparency per the resolution.

Here’s the Point: If Lincoln County Commishes can do this, how ’bout Grays Harbor following suit?


While we’re on the subject – sort of – are you planning to watch tonight’s presidential debate? Frankly, the mere thought of listening to one more duplicitous syllable drip from the oily lips of the Marquise de Kleptocratia is enough to make me buy stock in Rolaids. Or barf bags.  ‘Sides, the ‘main menu’ isn’t exactly a mystery on the order of who shot J.R.? The veep debate between Mike Pence and Tim Kaine is likely to be more grown-up, if not more substantive. But then, so is a bowlful of Jell-o.

Buddy, can you spare a spoon?