It was after midnight when Rocky discovered the face of Everyman quietly moaning. It seems that the venerable sage turned his head too quickly to catch sight of a meteor leaving a long trail thru the dark skies over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Rocky slowly turned E’s head back to normal orientation. Two weeks of physical therapy and that stiff neck would be as good as new.
Button Hook and Collar Stay are traveling vintage haberdashers. Twice a year they call on the Face of Everyman to fill their order books with his unique requirements. This year he needed celluloid shirt collars in various neck sizes as well as heights. Suitable ties and three silver handled walking sticks. No one at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had ever actually seen E dressed in such attire but his reminiscence of those bygone eras of sartorial style appealed to everyone.
Couriers outbound on a small UFO stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to encourage the Face of Everyman to complete his research papers for review in time to be presented at the conference in October when the asteroid 2012 TC4 passed between the earth and the moon. E pleaded for more time. He hadn’t completed his calculations and summary on his most learned paper re: that upstart contrarian 2015 BZ509. He needed time. He would have to forgo Bridge Club on Tuesday nights.
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That venerable sage, the Face of Everyman thought he knew every specie of bird & critter along the Pacific flyway. But once in every Blue Moon or so, a strangely marked fledgling would appear at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He forced his mind to run through the alphabet; considering each specie’s name before moving on. At last he turned his attention elsewhere; smugly confident that this visitor must be an exotic invader; not yet identified by the scientific community.
Johnny Dark Eyes was released from two weeks quarantine and incarceration at the village pet store. He returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to discover he was the proud father of a Brown Headed Cow Bird. the Face of Everyman suggested that J join a local support group on the “Love, Care and Feeding of Parasitic Foster Hatchlings”. As a typical rogue and scofflaw he approached parenting head on … “Boy could Baby Huey put away the chow!”
Weeks ago the Face of Everyman had prematurely handed out a few promotional vouchers for his Sweat Lodge. The County had yet to authorized its use at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Now here was an irate customer with his legal counsel claiming irreparable harm to his health and plumage. It seems that the during the test phase of the mist maker the mist was mistakenly thought to be emanating from a sweat lodge. Without realizing the deleterious effects of long term exposure; the customer spent the night . . .
The mist maker was temporarily removed from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. County Health was reviewing the facts surrounding the Face of Everyman’s rapid on set of PTSD attributed to this new feature. Disappointment ran high with local song birds and guests who seemed little effected by traumatic episodes of repressed long term memory. Most hung around expectantly until lunch was served on the patio.