Temperatures were dropping rapidly at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Thick ice was expected to form on the pool before sundown. Larchmont was disappointed when he saw that catering crews were setting up for moonlight ice skating and hot chocolate service. This could have been a great opportunity for ice fishing. the Face of Everyman commiserated with his little friend. Of course, it would be nice if Larchmont was able to spear a lake sturgeon and shared the roe. Caviar on toast points remained a childhood comfort food of the venerable sage.