Speed Dating

Once again the pool boys had put way too much chlorine in the Olympic sized pool at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Eustace complained that he was losing his mating colors at the worst time: Winter Speed Dating Season.  the Face of Everyman could certainly commiserate as the strong fumes made his eyes water.  The tears smearing his new face Bronzer.


Once again “Boxcar” Johnson had violated the terms of his parole.  He was often lonely.   As the only lodger of the halfway house at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he came and went pretty much as he pleased except when Security cameras caught him otherwise.  Seen above, well after midnight, talking to the Face of Everyman.  It didn’t matter that it was Chaos Theory or even String Theory;  he was going down.


the Face of Everyman recognized the guest immediately as the noted author of children’s books.  She had booked in as Madeleine.  The moment that she saw his look of recognition she begged him not to let on who she was.  The venerable sage kept her secret, but not others.  Soon the whole staff at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa bragged about getting her autograph.  Madeline soon departed for a more private and discreet AirBnB.


Gusty Winds

Reginald lived some distance from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  His home was among marsh cattails at a posh water hazard on the municipal golf course. His days were filled with Golf and dining on succulent dragonflies.   the Face of Everyman was more than curious how he had found this magical kingdom.  When asked, Reginald muttered something about gusty winds and strong drink.


Rogue hackers from some distant Republic-Stan managed to force their way into the vast data base of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Perhaps the image is only meant to embarrass the kindly ol’ pensioner, but he is oblivious to such attempts.  Blame for the lack of digital security fell squarely on the Face of Everyman.  His Golden Handshake seemed further away with each such incident.


Fillmore had been skipping stones across the water all morning.  He tired of this activity.  the Face of Everyman, now safe from the hazard of flying rocks, suggested that he burst bubbles until lunch was served.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa has an almost infinite number of such simple pastimes available to guests.


“Mad Dog” Carter was the remaining survivor of the Battle of Cucamonga Peak.  Even tho’ he was old and had but one leg, he made it to this last encampment at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  The traditional magnum of Champagne had been held in safe keeping by the Face of Everyman.  The venerable sage had been tempted a time or two to uncork the bottle but thought better of it; after all he had the integrity of a Rothschild.