As rutting season neared in the vast forest surrounding the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the Face of Everyman tried to keep track of his prize stags.  The venerable sage got a tear in his eye remembering Tiberius as a goofy, awkward teenager.  Now he was a force to be reckoned with. IMG_0001 (2)


Panther was sure that if she waited at the end of the buffet line a sweet Sparrow would drop into her mouth.  The alarm bells had started ringing as soon as she crossed the magical perimeter of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman knew she was an unrepentant semi-feral cat.  He had ordered her a bell on a bejeweled necklace but was at a loss as to how to slip it on.IMG_0210 (2)


Heavy fog obscured normal navigational land marks for this neighbor from the golf course wetlands; not far from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman was still disoriented from last night’s attack by bullies from the Raccoon Dance Group.  They chatted until the fog lifted and the venerable sage could compose himself and offer coherent directions.IMG_0762 (2)

Counter Intelligence

Ambrose was convinced that the bubbles contained secret messages for foreign agents operating from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  He would spend hours listening for a pattern; perhaps a rhythm.   About sundown he’d give up; eats some orts set aside by the Face of Everyman and return to his roost.  Others gave him a wide berth.IMG_0045 (2)


The Montetorkie School at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered swimming classes for preschoolers.  Coach Mullard didn’t see a promising free style swimmer in the bunch.  When asked his opinion the Face of Everyman was circumspect. IMG_0439 (2)


Couples Therapy is not going well for Phil and Irene.  Phil dropped the talking stick and Irene took that moment to hit him with everything she had in her gunny sack of past grievances.  The screaming and yelling could be heard thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was caught off guard.  Even bystanders interjected their thoughts. The venerable sage decided to see each client separately. IMG_0418 (2)


A flight of young toughs, right out of Juvie, hit the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  It was a crime scene for five minutes as they threshed about seeking to damage whatever they could.  the Face of Everyman had never encountered such rowdy behavior since he watched “Rumble Fish” on late night TV.  These fledglings were Hells Angels wannabes.IMG_0666 (2)