Legend has it that a Ghost protects the innocent inhabitants of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It must be so, because the Face of Everyman, shown above, is in his REM stage of sleep and seems oblivious to the rest of world.
Once again, under the cover of darkness, a cadre of highly trained marauders struck at the very heart of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. By diverting recirculation water meant for the Spring of Eternal Giving the vast lagoon was emptied before sunrise. the Face of Everyman awoke only when he felt a cold draft on his bottom.
Yesterday there was a comedy of errors committed by the kindly ol’ pensioner. Not one camera captured the rain of biblical proportions that occurred nor the reaction of any guest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. So you are to be treated to a popular archival image of a guest enjoying the spa created by the William Wallace Memorial Stone. The stone often replaces the Face of Everyman when he is called away to serve in Her Majesty’s Secret Service. Coincidentally both stones were carved by the same gifted, but, reclusive artist.
The Summer games at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa featured a few unlikely efforts. Seen above is Timothy Rostenkowski going for his best in the hop, step and jump. the Face of Everyman resigned himself to be the jumping off spot during this contest. Judges would review the video of every attempt to assure that no wings were flapped.
Castor and Pollux have been reborn as Crows. Though teenage fledglings they are rapidly gaining knowledge and life skills. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is an ideal place and they will certainly benefit from the stern tutelage of the Face of Everyman. But, they are unsure why they have to learn Algebra.
During the brief interlude when the Raccoons weren’t skylarking or terrorizing the Face of Everyman the neighborhood cat; Indiana Jones, took center stage and reclaimed his territorial rights to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Indie was a veteran of avoiding direct conflict but he knew that there would be a new crop of scrappy bandits born every couple of years. Maybe the venerable sage would sell him a some extra lives on credit.