A spirit of generosity swept over J. D. He called out to the small crow by the cabana huts; “Would you like some bread?” Not realizing that the life like silhouette could not respond, he turned next to the Face of Everyman. As it happened, the venerable sage was fasting. Everywhere he turned throughout the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa there seemed no one to whom he could share his bounty of stale whole wheat bread. The spirit of generosity left J.D. as swiftly as it had arrived. He relished every morsel.