Recess at the Montetorkie School meant sharing secrets. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a turbulent hot spot of half truths and made up stuff. the Face of Everyman could not recall how many times one youngster had confided in another: “Bobby likes Sally.” By noon recess cafeteria workers got to hear the flip side: “Sally likes Bobby.” The venerable sage looked forward to his Aperol aperitif with lunch.