Members of the band were justifiably upset; playing the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on Halloween wasn’t their idea of a gig. the Face of Everyman tried to sweetening the pot by suggesting that the special birdseed would be heated and have a real kick. Reluctantly they agreed to play; well, at least to open and play one set. That birdseed better be more than just a cheap inducement. After awhile the mutterings died down.
A new face appeared in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This young Knight had not been seen this season. the Face of Everyman extended a hearty welcome but it went unnoticed. This knight errant was not in search of chivalrous adventures.
it was easy to blame foreign immigrants for every failure or mishap in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. When the Spring of Eternal Giving no longer gave the finger pointing started.
Poor Boris. He became the scapegoat for everything.
the Face of Everyman had offered Class Reunions using holographic techniques. Each subscriber remained in a special photo booth and enjoyed the reunion at discrete distances. A box lunch was provided by the catering division of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage knew that revenues would sky rocket once the word got out.
Gusty Fall winds swept the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa causing most guests to hunker down. During this solitude the Face of Everyman entertained himself by using his mental powers of control. Seen above the venerable sage is writing his name in the dancing waters.
A slight shudder went thru the bones of the Face of Everyman. Johnny Dark Eyes had returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. What could this career criminal be up to now? There would be many a sleepless night for the venerable sage until Johnny was apprehended.
It was always the same: the perp would try to look as innocent as possible. the Face of Everyman had compiled a dossier on this semi-feral house cat. The AKAs ran to two pages and that was only from those apprehensions in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In the end a plea deal was reached and the cat promised to return on Halloween for a one night stand howling in the light of the full moon. It would be scary indeed.
Big Guy had escaped several segments of the hunting season. But there were still periods of death that lay ahead: late archery season, Senior hunting, and the worst muzzle loading hunters. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had enough liability insurance to handle a 1,000 pound buck; but he would check with the home office. Meanwhile he’d light a candle and mutter a few incantations.
The Lucky Eleven met up at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to pull off one last caper. That is, until the Face of Everyman said that the casino was closed until after the election. Undaunted they knocked over the credit union in the village and got enough for lunch.
Bellamy hoped that he hadn’t heard right. The Oracle of the Spring of Eternal Giving had pronounced that cold weather was on it’s way. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had always advertised that it was located in the heart of the banana belt of the Pacific Flyway. Some accepted that as a fact; given the location. But more than one Wild Canary had stopped by to say their good byes to the Face of Everyman. It might be a long Winter.
