Deep in his secret underground laboratory the Face of Everyman had been developing a formula for a water dispersing product to keep bird feathers dry. The results of experiment WD-39 was a utter failure. A guest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa agreed to buy the formula for a dollar. Not long after, the venerable sage read an article in the Wall Street Journal that something called WD-40 had become an overnight success.
Field Rations
Returning guests are always welcome at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but the Face of Everyman has words of caution. The insect population is not yet up to full strength. Leroy and his bride might have to supplement normal foraging with some war surplus MREs.
Evil Personified
Carlisle was almost despondent. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had the largest collection of rubes that he had encountered in a long time. Surely there was something he could do to upset someone. He cast an eye towards the chunk of rock thinking perhaps . . . the Face of Everyman was fully aware of the evil this spotted spawn of the devil was capable of inflecting. With the force of his powerful mind the venerable sage erased much of Carlisle’s evil brain, for now. It would return soon enough but somewhere miles away.
Nightmare
It was his reoccurring nightmare; the bilge pumps had broken down, the scuppers were clogged and the crew refused to go aloft to take in sail. the Face of Everyman was ship’s cook on the Merriweather, hell ship of Pacific sealing fleet and there seemed no way out of this impending disaster. Until, of course, he forced himself awake.
Spring Dresses
Bradley couldn’t afford Easter dresses for his five girls so he got a license from the Face of Everyman to harvest the coins from the giant wishing well at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Guests had been particularly wishful these past few months. Bradley was very successful. After ten percent to the venerable sage and disregarding foreign coins; there was enough for dresses, shoes and Easter baskets.
Mime
Marceau stopped by to see the Face of Everyman. He was leaving the comfort of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and headed for the streets of Paris where he would learn to become a Mime. The venerable sage suggested that he try out a few routines on guests here and see if he is cutout for such a rigorous life. Not everyone likes a mime in their face; he added.
Castanets
The pulsating beat of the Spanish guitar and rhythmic accompaniment of castanets was too much for Carmelita; her early Flamenco training over came her. the Face of Everyman had been seeking a new opening act for his Spring Varieties Show at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Dang! The venerable sage was fresh out of bi-lingual artist contracts.
