It was easy for the Face of Everyman to see why the expression High Five had never caught on at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It just didn’t have any relevance.
Harry and Larry disguised themselves as plain brown backyard songbirds; all the better to infiltrate the alleged cult operating in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Of course the Face of Everyman saw right thru this ruse and greeted them by name and “comp”ed them their lunch and one small iced tea. The venerable sage, always a gracious host, invited them back, anytime, while off duty.
Belasco was being punished by his parents. His task was to soak the kernel of corn as part of the preparation for the evening meal. the Face of Everyman could hardly wait until all the crows flocked and left the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Their sharp talons were starting to leave ugly scars on his otherwise flawless complexion.
DJ and EmCee were touring the country demonstrating new features of HipHop dancing. Their brief demo to the lunch crowd at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa nearly exhausted the Face of Everyman.
Philomena arrived before sun up to discover the carnage done by those raccoons, the Bergdorf twins. Cabana huts tossed on their sides, the Face of Everyman askew and the life giving font, the Spring of Eternal Giving twisted to the side. Life in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was on the decline.
Vermundo stopped by the battle wound dressing clinic in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Here wounds were cleaned and ointment applied. As it was the time of the Buck Moon it meant also that antlers were fully grown; an excellent time for the Face of Everyman to take photos and start a dossier on each Buck.
The 3rd quarter budget planning session was turning contentious when the Face of Everyman asked for an increase in the line item for feeding feral pigeons. He produced this unedited photo that showed an increase in population. Heretofore there had been only five or six freeloaders but now, clearly ten. Ipso facto . . .
Mandrake wasn’t having much luck with softening the green cherry fruit from the heritage tree near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman tried to explain that Mandrake should use the shallow waters of the wading pool. The next super low tide would be tomorrow; he might return then and look for his softened fruit.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is home to many lost treasures. While the gang was out foraging Louis was sure that he had found something valuable. “Psst.” He said in sotto voce so as to not awaken the Face of Everyman. “I think I’ve found something.” Of course it turned out to be nothing of value.
The extreme European sport of Parkour was making modest inroads into the fabric of the young folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman thought it silly to try to jump to high places when, in fact, you could just fly. Many young folks relied upon Frisbee throwing for outdoor entertainment.
