Shenandoah ambled through the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He stopped briefly to pay his respects to the Face of Everyman, the local leading light and spiritual leader. He was really angling to become the Deer Totem for any of the local civic service groups. The venerable sage was at a loss to offer any endorsement. All assignments were booked till the Fall. Unless, of course, he didn’t mind a temp position as totem for the Roadside Clean-up Crew. They weren’t reverent and only needed someone looking after their well being on Saturday mornings.