In which we learn that Oregon Governor Tom McCall was a committed champion of prisoner’s rights, yet even he could not prevent riots and deadly escapes from Oregon’s prisons.
In which we learn that neither death nor shitty pizza can prevent Portland’s restless prostitutes from walking the streets of Stumptown.
In which we learn that being naked and shaking your money maker can mean whatever you want it to, according to the Oregon constitution.
In which we learn that Oregon has a history of treating the mentally ill as less than human, even in death.
In which we learn that the price of the search for Bigfoot is sanity.