The Crows were back to sample Sunday Brunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They remained as ill-mannered as the Face of Everyman remembered. Alas, he could think of no ploy to send them elsewhere.
“Well look whose here?” said the Face of Everyman. “Mr. Disgruntled”. Harley was his usual self. Today he may have reason. All the corn chips had been eaten by the Crows. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa varied the meals and times. Harley had spent most of the past week yelling from the tree tops. “Next time keep your eye on the buffet.” Offered the venerable sage.
There was a standing prize of two bit coin if anyone could straighten the catch basin at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above a strapping young guest is putting his back into the task. the Face of Everyman allowed each contestant three attempts. Try as he might; this young aspirant barely made ripples on the water.
The crunch of dried leaves behind him made Big Boy turn; ready to accept any challenger on the vast savannas of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Alas it was only the Face of Everyman using local natural products for quick exfoliation. After all, his face was his fortune.
The Pacific Flyway always seems to have it’s share of troublemakers. Jagger’s arrival at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa made life no easier for the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage was powerless to deal with this roving thug; many of the security forces were in self isolation due to the pandemic.
Sonny was out of prison and eager to show off his new ink to all who could admire the beauty of the new lines. He was doubly pleased that his release was in time for him to display the skeleton like qualities as a Halloween costume. the Face of Everyman wasn’t into large body tattoos but folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were curious about a lot of things.
Johnny Dark Eyes was back; armed with new schemes for the good folks at the Foggy bottoms Resort and Spa. He announced a new lottery with big jackpots. An AirBnB plan that one could buy into like a time share as well as shares in the Tucker and Studebaker automobile companies. Little did he know that on first sight the Face of Everyman had already “dropped the dime” on him to the Feds.
Bernie amazed his friends with his new found skills. Seen above, he is demonstrating the back stroke on the placid waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman hoped that there was still time to enter this young athlete in the FINA World Cup of Disciplined Swimming. If eligible, Bernie could compete in Abu Dhabi this December and Tokyo next Summer.
Fall at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa meant that the Circuit RiderFather Robin has returned to tend his flock. Thick fog kept most folks away from any formal services. the Face of Everyman offered to rig some lights and move a few pews into a more casual arrangement.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was hit with it’s first lawsuit. The suit brought by D. B. Cooper alleged that it was unfair to post his likeness in public places in-as-much as he was on the FBI’s most wanted list. the Face of Everyman intervened by removing the offensive photos from all public places. He did leave one in the village post office where previous likenesses had been posted since his disappearance in the skies over Oregon in November 1971.
