Lab Rat

Bosworth was mortified to learn that he would not be asked to return to prestigious Laboratory for Mammalian Studies. He loved that easy life: good food, pass a few challenging tests and spend the rest of the time swapping lies with fellow inmates. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had long been the recruiting source. the Face of Everyman helped by vetting worthy candidates. Bosworth just might switch careers. The Law seemed popular. Everyman recommended LSAT Prep. He had an opening in his night class.


The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was rife with rumors. the Face of Everyman had placed orders for all manner of political signs, banners and even straw boaters. Yet, nothing had shown up. Could this be part of a much larger scheme to suppress voting. There seemed no way to quell the mis-information and quiet the unrest among the guests.

Action Packed

As air quality improved along the Pacific Flyway a few of the smaller song birds returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was pleased. He had parades planned for the Fall equinox, the Harvest moon and a big bonfire for the Blue moon at Halloween. This would be an action packed Fall. Would bobbing for apples still be allowed?


Pigeons had begun a bitter protest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Their purpose, as expressed to the Face of Everyman, was to raise objection to the wanton destruction of historic statues in the surrounding villages. It was a loss of their sites of oratory greatness. The venerable sage thought it ironic that these very statues were the site of their greatest desecration. Everyman lost interest in supporting a futile cause.


Even though the kindly ol’ pensioner had removed the cadaver hours ago; every guest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa couldn’t help but scan the waters to assure themselves that there weren’t more ill-starred souls beneath the waves. the Face of Everyman refused to offer any details. The village weekly would have a feature article he assured one and all.


Maisie approached the Spring of Eternal Giving with trepidation. What if the oracle of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was closed for the duration of the pandemic as a non-essential business. the Face of Everyman sensed her dilemma and offered to ask for her when the oracle stopped by for her mail.


Brentwood has returned from early scouting of the wildfire smoke. It covers the vast area of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in a thick blanket. the Face of Everyman has it on good authority that it should clear by Thursday. Maybe.

Duking It Out

Security cameras covering the vast savannas of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa detected these two young bucks duking it out for the hand of the young maiden. the Face of Everyman replayed the scratchy audio and could hear Lady Guinevere plead for the Boys to stop. “Fat chance” thought the venerable sage, “not with that fair maiden as the prize.”