Author: torkel2020

Raucous squawking preceded this questionable guest.  the face of Everyman quickly made sure this guy knew that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a wildlife sanctuary.  “There is enough food for everybody.” was a subtle hint to Harley not to snatch up a young humming bird as a treat.  

the Face of Everyman liked to use his special powers to intertain himself on slow days at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Seen above, he causes a guest to levitate.  Despite himself, he seldom found a use of this special power for the good of mankind.

It was opening day for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Sports Dive Club.  Contests began with the Free Dive entrants.  Seen above two brave contestants check the depths for Great Whites.  the Face of Everyman applauded their temerity.  The huge sharks hadn’t been seen here since last spring.

Larry’s parents were in denial about his need for glasses.  Seen above, our myopic subject misjudges his step and crashes into the unfathomable depths of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  After a bit of flapping and crashing into the Face of Everyman Larry is able to regain his footing.  It took some minutes for him to shake off his embarrassment.

Security at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was poor to none during these trying times.  During a lunch break the cameras were unattended.  An unleashed dog wandered in off the busy thoroughfare.  After a roll in a meadow cow pie the creature had a drink of the life giving waters and left a small deposit herself.  the Face of Everyman calculated that the nitrogen cycle was at equilibrium.  He did not log this intrusion.

the Face of Everyman awoke with a start; fear showed in his eyes.  Lack of revenue at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa forced Corporate Management to take drastic steps.  The trained killer spoke softly; but the message was clear: boost revenue or it was the quarry rock crusher.  His choice.  The venerable sage thought that doctoring the books was an immediate albeit temporary fix. Perhaps selling his sixteen cases of contraband  Kirkland® might look good for 2nd quarter profits.

The circus remained in winter quarters. The performers were let go.  Travel restrictions were in place but a few made it to freedom.  Seen below a young aerialist seeks employment at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman was not sure what qualifications this refugee had.  Nevertheless he was hired as the offical greeter.  A native speaker of Esperanto, he brought a new level of sophistication to the operation.

Phoenix was as assertive as any.  He demanded that the face of Everyman hand over his stimulus check.  The venerable sage had assumed the duties of postmaster for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa during these trying times but couldn’t produce a government check out of thin air.  The Crow harangued; the ancient one remained recalcitrant. As the Sun set the empty handed crow returned to it’s roost.

They felt out of place until the Face of Everyman explained that nonbinary folks here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa often used that word to refer to themselves as well as others.  “You can still call yourself Throckmorton if you wish.”  The venerable sage continued.  ” ‘They’ has a nice modern ring to it.”  “Try it for a week.”  “See how it fits.”

Corporate management had sent their most convincing trouble shooter Sonny to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Sales and bookings were off sharply.  Perhaps the Face of Everyman had lost control.  Sonny hinted that a suitable replacement was being vetted.  Perhaps the venerable sage recalled his cousin the William Wallace Memorial Stone?  A petition for his parole was being circulated even as we speak.