Frank: Greetings From Hellscapes of Immigrants and Couch Monsters

Frank: Greetings From Hellscapes of Immigrants and Couch Monsters

I’m sitting in a coffeeshop in Portland, Oregon, on the first workday of the new year. My granddaughters have gone back to school, my daughter has gone back to work in her home office and my son-in-law is, like me, prepping for a new semester. Earlier, Nick and I hunkered down at the dining room table. All was calm – too calm. Having spent more than a decade banging out news stories amid the ringing of phones and the clamor of voices, I seem to …