The Boys had planned to go clam digging at low tide. Neither realized that you had to add an hour and a half to the times shown on the published tide tables for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. That waggish entrepreneur, the Face of Everyman, averted his gaze; he had rented them the special tools for Geoduck harvest; yet failed to inform them of the neap tide and the prolonged expected wait.
Elizabeth had promised herself that she’d have just one drink. A Long Island Iced Tea perhaps. Where’d be the harm? School was out for the Summer. Her student’s report cards sent home; all the textbooks returned; her next year’s teaching contract was on her desk. Here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the Face of Everyman had witnessed it all. The renown Montetorkie school had consumed many a promising teaching career. The continuing demand for excellence exceeded the grasp . . . In the end E settled on an open tab and a long afternoon of Cosmopolitans.
Aurelia and Cressida, the Gold Dust twins, were allowed to roam the vast gardens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa while Mom played Bingo in the Casino. The venerable sage was mortified that a responsible parent would leave two frisky new-born fawns to their own devices. In his day, reflected the Face of Everyman, children were tied to a tree while their Moms did whatever Moms did back then.
At the very moment that the Solstice occurred all creatures near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were revealed in an eerie spectral light. Only the stoic sage, the Face of Everyman, retained his natural form and substance. At times he longed to be like others. But, upon reflection, he rejected those impure thoughts. After all, he was of the Clan Basalt.
Adriana had been endowed with beauty, brains and poise. She had earned the honor of giving the valediction at the graduation of the senior class at the Montetorkie school, a small academy established in a remote section of the Pacific flyway. Despite, or perhaps because of having every hallmark of excellence, A tripped over the microphone cord. the Face of Everyman was powerless to save the damsel from crushing embarrassment. Management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa could not be reached for comment.
Perspicacity returned from somewhere in the far distant past. As a time traveler he had hoped to visit the poorly understood era of the feathered dinosaur. His return to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was was indeed fortunate, however comma his new appearance left a lot to be desired. the Face of Everyman, not wanting to seem without empathy, suggested that he could become a research subject over at the university. A living specimen in mid-evolutionary development was a rare prize for the scientific community.
Summer concerts in the park were to begin soon at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Tryouts for a new conductor of the Philharmonic Orchestra had begun weeks in advance; yet only one hopeful ever auditioned. the Face of Everyman, acting in his role as Impresario, withdrew his support. He never looked back on his disappointments. His attention turned next to staging the Summer Solstice Naked Bike Ride followed by the upcoming 4th of July festivities.