Percival’s letter to the ACLU detailed how he was being persecuted by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His every action was being documented. His complaints to the Face of Everyman went unheeded and almost never acknowledged. Civil lawsuit was his last resort.
A local youth group at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa created a “Gleaners Club”. the Face of Everyman was never sure how much produce made it’s way to the FBRS Food Bank.
the Face of Everyman enjoyed going thru his old photo albums and selecting favorites. Above is Panther who has left a warm hearth to hunt in the December snow. Security forces of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa kept a sharp eye out for this black marauder.
The Crow Family had long held the contract to clean up the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa after the last screening of the evening. This day was a bonus; with even more left over from the Festival. the Face of Everyman often looked for way to placate the Crows when they complained about bad or meager rations.
Bob and Bert had won the coveted roles as Tigers in the Chinese New Years parade. Seen above are two popular residents of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa practicing dueling before hand. the Face of Everyman had spent half the night searching his sea locker for his red hat and gold accoutrements. As Grand Marshall he needed to look as authentic as possible.
The folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa eye clinic had used too much belladonna in the eyes of the Face of Everyman. His whole day was but a blur.
the Face of Everyman awoke with a start. The voice of O’leary was trying to tactfully explain that the venerable sage had been sleep walking once again. His muddy tracks were all over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Was there something troubling him? Something he’d like to talk about?
Thurston spent hours practicing sleight of hand tricks. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was winter quarters to many an entertainer. the Face of Everyman always pretended to be amazed at the tricks Thurston performed. The Kid could be ready for the luncheon crowd soon.
Cats were frequent invaders of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They ignored the numerous no hunting signs posted in seven languages. the Face of Everyman was at a loss as to what to do next. This cat was one of many that was domesticated enough to wear a collar and name tag. The venerable sage often wished that the Coyotes might clean up the neighborhood.
Clayton was interested in piano lessons for his son. Were there any teachers in the area? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was the center for the arts in this remote spot on the Pacific flyway. the Face of Everyman reluctantly offered to teach the child chop sticks; but beyond that . . .