The Bucket Bros. Catch and Release had been fishing since dawn without success.  In fact, “C” wasn’t sure that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had stocked the pond.  the Face of Everyman assured them that “fish abound in these waters”.  To back up his claim he offered to loan them two of his award winning Royal Coachman tied flies adding that a few cleaned and dressed fish would be payment enough.



Holy Moly thought Smedley this must be what an attack of Deja Vu feels like.  He was sure that he’d never been to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and yet every object in this setting was familiar; right down to that handsomely carved chunk of basalt.  He was even sporting his bright Summer mating colors.  “Hey there old rock”, he called out.  “Where the heck am I?”  Alas, the Face of Everyman remained mute, as he is wont to do.  “S” flew South, never to return to that magical spot.


Lucille wished that she hadn’t chosen a Sports Bar in which to announce her engagement to Spud.  But she had and that was that.  Her Mom was happy for her.  Her Dad liked the Beer Nuts that they served at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Spud and Dad bonded right away.  Both were big fans of the New England Patriots.  the Face of Everyman stared on in amazement.


Cyril had been working on his memoir.  By Chapter Five he was up to his life as a third grader at the Montetorkie school in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He was stuck.  He couldn’t recall if that girl who stole a kiss was a Finch or a Grosbeak.  Now he couldn’t even remember her name.  He wanted his life story to be accurate and perhaps a bit gut wrenching.  the Face of Everyman who had read the 1st draft assured him that nobody would notice.  “Perhaps the name Mary would sound authentic enough.”


Rosecrans was out on parole. The village magistrate had granted an early release for Christmas.  He had to promise not to do scams or bilk guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman knew in his heart that things weren’t going to go right when within days “R” was selling time shares.  He got top dollar for every Aerie.


Parsimonious relied on coupons, in-store bargains and promo codes to stretch her meager school crossing guard salary.  Seen above, she is determined to remain in the heated waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa until asked to leave.  The free one hour trial soak is nearly up.  As kindness, as well as a courtesy, the Face of Everyman tries not to bring attention to her by staring.


After repeated and lengthy reviews of this grainy security camera footage no clear consensus was established.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security team seldom gave up on an ID of any foreign or unidentified image.  This day they turned to the Face of Everyman for his thoughts on the intruder.  “Its a Winter Water Sprite; clear as can be.  Common about the first frost of the season.”  Case closed.