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.Secrets