The Old Sarge had lost his tail in some long forgotten battle. He never participated in the Memorial Day parades sponsored by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Veterans Post 209. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to ask questions when he served our hero his free drink; after all it wasn’t some kind of disability; it was just a raccoon tail. Probably it was on the radio antenna of some kid’s hot rod.
Baseball gained new prominence during the lock down for Avian Flu. Seen above is “Shoe less” Robespierre sliding in to home plate at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Sports Arena. Less than ten players in each dugout and social distancing practices met all the requirements. the Face of Everyman kept score and dreamed of a road trip with the wining team.
Chaos was rampant in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Those on reduced rations were forced to forage. Guests were unwilling to share the buffet. The riotous behavior of the Raccoons had left the Face of Everyman askew. The venerable sage reckoned that it would be up to the kindly ol’ pensioner to once more establish law and order in this fabled land.