Bobby and Billy were twins. For them being twins was awkward. They always dressed alike and finished each others sentences. They weren’t the only pair in the the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and the Face of Everyman had been collecting data on each group. His monograph was due to be presented at a world conference in Oslo in the Spring.
Testimony
Natasha had been subpoenaed to testify although she wasn’t sure what a telephone was. the Face of Everyman had agreed to be at her side thru out her testimony. Luckily the Committee had not budgeted for hearings as far a field as the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She and the venerable sage were excused. 
Passports
Under new guide lines renewals of expired Passports required personal interviews. The Immigration Officer bombarded the Face of Everyman with a myriad of questions. The venerable sage tried to explain that he had come south to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa during the last Ice Age. Surely ten thousand years or more qualified him under DACA. “Aren’t we all dreamers?” The ancient one asked. Passport renewed . . .
Entitlement
Civilities fell by the wayside when Senior swimmer workouts collided with Adult Lap swim. the Face of Everyman had left a fifteen minute space on the schedule but, as every guest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa felt themselves special, those precious minutes were absorbed. The venerable sage was always surprised at the venomous language spewed by little old ladies. 
Night Stalker
A rare glimpse of Strig the bounty hunter. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa shrouded in dense fog did not keep this stalwart from staying on task and ridding the area of small mammals. After a brief respite and a quick report to the Face of Everyman this quiet killer was off. 
Crack O’ Dawn
Cheeky woke the Face of Everyman; asking if he could watch the Congressional hearings on the Jumbotron. Corporate at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa normally reserved the use of this huge TV display for sporting events as well as the Miss Avian Beauty Pageant. Okay. The venerable sage deemed this an opportunity for a “civic minded” sporting event.
Diet
The Corvus family had won the contract to clean up after the late night movie at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen below is Papa Corvus offering the Face of Everyman some choice fluffy tidbits of pop corn. The venerable sage declined as it was time for his health tonic: Benedictine D.O.M. To be sure Everyman held to an uncompromisingly strict dietary regimen. 
Clinic
When the remodeled clinic opened at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa strange new cases showed up seeking medical attention. On the advice of the Face of Everyman Grylis attended sick call for his deformed horn; the subject of fights with hunting dogs released by poachers. “Doc” removed the horn and recommended bed rest, two aspirin every four hours and drink lots of liquids. 
Thimblerig
The pidgeons are up to their old tricks; illegal gambling at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Some run the shell game others three card monte. The guests always lose. the Face of Everyman decided to have some fun. Pigeons scattered when he yelled “Cops.” 
Aida
Once again the Face of Everyman tried to bring a little culture to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. For the lunchtime crowd: Act II, Scene 2 the Triumphal March from “Aida”. Unfortunately artistic tempers flared and the stately march broke into a rout. 
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