The question came just as I was loading the last bag into a car packed with everything I would need between now and Nov. 6, Election Day.
“Which grater do I use to make coleslaw?” my husband, Bill, asked.
I knew that he really didn’t want me to get in the car. My grown children and even the dog looked forlorn. Leaving Oregon in the fall to go help register voters in Florida may be a fool’s errand, but frankly, I’m wondering why we all aren’t heading east to do the same.