Even though the kindly ol’ pensioner had removed the cadaver hours ago; every guest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa couldn’t help but scan the waters to assure themselves that there weren’t more ill-starred souls beneath the waves. the Face of Everyman refused to offer any details. The village weekly would have a feature article he assured one and all.


Maisie approached the Spring of Eternal Giving with trepidation. What if the oracle of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was closed for the duration of the pandemic as a non-essential business. the Face of Everyman sensed her dilemma and offered to ask for her when the oracle stopped by for her mail.


Brentwood has returned from early scouting of the wildfire smoke. It covers the vast area of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in a thick blanket. the Face of Everyman has it on good authority that it should clear by Thursday. Maybe.

Duking It Out

Security cameras covering the vast savannas of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa detected these two young bucks duking it out for the hand of the young maiden. the Face of Everyman replayed the scratchy audio and could hear Lady Guinevere plead for the Boys to stop. “Fat chance” thought the venerable sage, “not with that fair maiden as the prize.”

Day Trader

The Knave of rogue traders dropped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to do a bit of trading with the Face of Everyman. Professing to know nothing of the worth of such a bauble the Crow pressed the venerable sage to make an offer. Before an agreement could be reached the gem rolled off the edge into the bottomless depths. A loss for each.

Food Inspection

Rumors of poor quality food had reach the ears of Tula’ the Cat, resident of the Manor house perched high above the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She filed copies of her damning inspection report with Corporate and the Face of Everyman who could see his Golden Handshake becoming ever more elusive.

Pro Bono

The Barkley twins Shirley and Sherwood were sure that their names had been switched at birth and they wanted to pursue legal means to correct this error. the Face of Everyman prided himself on the pro bono work he did for the folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but this task seemed the most ridiculous request that he had ever been asked to consider.


A heavy pale of smoke blanketed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa from wild fires up and down the Pacific Flyway. the Face of Everyman ordered all concessions closed except the lounge which offered hot towels to wipe beaks and drinks at happy hour prices. Guests remained hunkered down.