![]() ![]() But Franken had experienced one of the most abrupt downfalls in recent political memory. There had been occasional sightings of him: in Washington, people mentioned having glimpsed him riding the Metro or browsing alone in a bookstore there was gossip that he had fallen into a depression, and had been seen in a fetal position on a friend’s couch. But the place felt like the kind of man cave where someone hides out from the world, which is more or less what Franken has been doing since he resigned, in December, 2017, amid accusations of sexual impropriety. His wife, Franni Bryson, was stuck in their apartment in Washington, D.C., with a cold, and he had evidently done the best he could to be hospitable. ![]() Takeout containers of hummus and carrot sticks were set out on the kitchen table. It was a sunny day, but the shades were mostly drawn. Last month, in Minneapolis, I climbed the stairs of a row house to find Al Franken, Minnesota’s disgraced former senator, wandering around in jeans and stocking feet. ![]()
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