Wyandotte had shown the figures to the Face of Everyman.  There was no other way to say it: Golden-crowned Sparrows were seriously under represented in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Blog.  The venerable sage knew that this grievous omission had to be corrected before the ACLU descended upon this small bit of paradise.   Wyandotte was unwilling to count today’s post as a meaningful attempt to right a wrong.

Cherry Blossoms

A gust of wind slammed a Cherry blossom petal into the Face of Everyman.  Strangely the pain was excruciating.  A tear drop formed in the eye of the venerable sage.   Were the various deities found in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seeking revenge for some past slight?  An offering of a lavender scented candle would go a long way towards repairing the wound.  He thought.


Deep in his secret underground laboratory the Face of Everyman had been developing a formula for a water dispersing product to keep bird feathers dry.  The results of experiment WD-39 was a utter failure.  A guest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa agreed to buy the formula for a dollar.  Not long after, the venerable sage read an article in the Wall Street Journal that something called WD-40 had become an overnight success.

Evil Personified

Carlisle was almost despondent.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had the largest collection of rubes that he had encountered in a long time.  Surely there was something he could do to upset someone.  He cast an eye towards the chunk of rock thinking perhaps . . .   the Face of Everyman was fully aware of the evil this spotted spawn of the devil was capable of inflecting.  With the force of his powerful mind the venerable sage erased much of Carlisle’s evil brain, for now.  It would return soon enough but somewhere miles away.


It was his reoccurring nightmare; the bilge pumps had broken down, the scuppers were clogged and the crew refused to go aloft to take in sail.   the Face of Everyman was ship’s cook on the Merriweather, hell ship of Pacific sealing fleet and there seemed no way out of this impending disaster.  Until, of course, he forced himself awake.

Spring Dresses

Bradley couldn’t afford Easter dresses for his five girls so he got a license from the Face of Everyman to harvest the coins from the giant wishing well at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Guests had been particularly wishful these past few months.  Bradley was very successful.  After ten percent to the venerable sage and disregarding foreign coins; there was enough for dresses, shoes and Easter baskets.