Monday had come and gone.  The Montetorkie School had neither opened its doors nor had the bell been rung.  This was a new low in the otherwise high standards found in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa school district.  Affluent parents threatened to enroll their fledglings in the nearby Swiss Academy or perhaps even Julliard.  Before he had even thought of all the “stupid” ramifications the Face of Everyman offered to Home School his little feathered neighbors.  His words could not be unspoken.



Lafayette had been born with a spirit of inquiry.  His Mom called it plain ol’ curiosity and liked to remind him of the saying about Cats and curiosity.  the Face of Everyman pretended to be asleep.  If awaken by the predator “E” would remind him that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was UNESCO World Heritage Sanctuary and rapscallions and hooligans would be ejected from the premises.  Tough talk from a rock.


The glowing Orb easily thwarted the high tech security systems of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  The message it carried was for only the Face of Everyman.  By telepathic communication the venerable sage learned of his new platinum Facebook upgrade password and username together with a complementary years subscription to the Celebrity Gossip news feed.  “E” was a master at intelligence gathering.


Somehow Super Beings had breached the reality barrier and entered the magical land of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Much of their conversation was drowned out by the flowing waters of the Spring of Eternal Giving; but the Face of Everyman was convinced that they planned to erect a 700 unit Dovecote on this very site.  The venerable sage tried to grasp what that meant to his life style.  Right now he couldn’t deal with ten stupid Pigeons; let alone untold numbers.  He felt a headache coming on.  Perhaps he should treat it as: Fake News.

Night Stalker

After every disaster the criminal element moves in quickly.  Seen above in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security camera imagery is Night Stalker on the prowl and up to no good.  Somehow, the Face of Everyman slept thru it all.  It seems that the kindly ol’ pensioner hadn’t reconnected the klaxon alarm system since the disaster wrought by Tropical Cyclone Diego.

Tree Frog

Category Four Tropical Cyclone Diego swept ashore at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  First responders found total chaos.  The lone survivors were a disoriented the Face of Everyman and JoJo the resident tree frog. Both seen above in poor focus.  The kindly ol’ pensioner began rebuilding almost immediately.  Fall migrations were underway and Resort bookings would soon spike.  Hopefully by sundown a sense of normalcy would return.

Reality Check

the Face of Everyman droned on and on about Constitutional safeguards, the role of the Supreme Court and voting rights.  He knew that he had lost his audience when little Sparkie asked what voting meant.  In preparation for his next boring talk the venerable sage “Googled” Congressional Districts.  To his chagrin he discovered that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa existed outside the boundaries of all reality.