Once a year, down at the rock quarry, the Face of Everyman joined the remaining members of his old Civil Defense Fire Brigade.  Someone’s guest brought enough Okolehao to float the RMS Titanic.  Unlikely stories were retold and high old times were relived till the moon was about to set.  Everyman made it home to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, but had troubling dreams.  He awoke with a start.  The menacing image of a Hangman above his groggy head.  Henceforth, he vowed, to stick to Peppermint Schnapps.