And I’m darn proud of her, too!  On Sunday she walked the walk–or rather, drove the drive–with my father (who I am immensely proud of, of course, too).  They crossed the border from Illinois over to Wisconsin, the swing state up north.  Neither of them had done canvassing like this before.  My father had helped organize trips to the South in the 1960s but his mother wouldn’ t let him go.  My mom took me to shake hands with President Jimmy Carter once when he came to town.  But this election has seriously activated them, as it has so many.  My folks are inspiring the heck outa me.  And before the election, I vow to get myself on the bus to Pennsylvania (if they still need us!) to do the same.