Deepthroat stood in the shadows, obscured from being recognized, as he lead the Face of Everyman thru a series of Q&A towards clues to whom was the vile fiend that kept removing the movie schedules from the the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Guest Activities Board.
Cacophony
the Face of Everyman was about to ask for early retirement or reassignment to the Corporate mountain retreat. He was fed up with the daily cacophony, bickering and excrement in his face. There must be a better way to serve bird-kind than that of caretaker at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He would be glad when the migration season passed.
El Coyote
The klaxons blared. Sirens wailed. The Trixster had broken through security and was loose in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman received only sketchy reports from his security minions: A coyote was determined to be foraging for feral cats and rodents. After a thirty minute lock down guests were allowed to roam on their own recognizance. Dawn was still two hours away. “Stay safe out there.”
Bully
Throckmorton had gone to full defensive stance. He was not about to share this moment with anyone. Rules at the Foggy Bottom Resort and Spa were generally lax. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure what to do; mortal combat wasn’t his thing. At last he blew his whistle and in his strongest voice said:”Your three minutes are up! Next!” It worked.
Thugs
Dating Game
Once again Lulu found herself high and dry in the Dating Game. These were her choices for lunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa First Tuesday luncheon get together. These guys all looked like losers. Her angry letter to The Village Herald would castigate the Face of Everyman for not stirring the pot more for better results, better attendance. Her doggy bag was her only consolation as she watched the nightly news on TV. 
Brainchild
The new guest was part of the Writers Group and Golf Package at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was the marketing brainchild of the Face of Everyman. When ‘writer’s block’ hit; you played a round of golf or, at the very least, hit the driving range and shot a bucket of balls. It was touted as very therapeutic. Third quarter sales were at an all time high.
