the Face of Everyman was overcome by a sudden attack of PTSD. The newly installed mist maker at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had recreated a scene in his mind which he had long suppressed. As Napoleon’s forces began a siege of Moscow they ran out of cannon balls. An enterprising gunner grabbed whatever rock was at hand . . .
Even after two hundred years the venerable sage was traumatized by flash backs to that terrible moment.