It was the birthday of the Face of Everyman. From far and wide well wishers came to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa with gifts for the venerable sage. Seen below Favian presents a glass paper weight on behalf of the Royal Murder of Crows, Temple 139. It was to be treasured by the ancient one. At last, his jumble of receipts would be tamed.
Sin City
As soon as the cruise ship docked Llewellyn was the first off. Alas, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was shuttered and dark. the Face of Everyman reported that due to the power outage caused by a violent wind storm the midnight Sin City Club Crawl had been scrubbed. Instead a voucher for breakfast at a renown waffle house was offered. 
Tiberius
As rutting season neared in the vast forest surrounding the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the Face of Everyman tried to keep track of his prize stags. The venerable sage got a tear in his eye remembering Tiberius as a goofy, awkward teenager. Now he was a force to be reckoned with. 
Remorseless
Panther was sure that if she waited at the end of the buffet line a sweet Sparrow would drop into her mouth. The alarm bells had started ringing as soon as she crossed the magical perimeter of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman knew she was an unrepentant semi-feral cat. He had ordered her a bell on a bejeweled necklace but was at a loss as to how to slip it on.
Foggy
Heavy fog obscured normal navigational land marks for this neighbor from the golf course wetlands; not far from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was still disoriented from last night’s attack by bullies from the Raccoon Dance Group. They chatted until the fog lifted and the venerable sage could compose himself and offer coherent directions.
Counter Intelligence
Ambrose was convinced that the bubbles contained secret messages for foreign agents operating from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He would spend hours listening for a pattern; perhaps a rhythm. About sundown he’d give up; eats some orts set aside by the Face of Everyman and return to his roost. Others gave him a wide berth.
Preschoolers
The Montetorkie School at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered swimming classes for preschoolers. Coach Mullard didn’t see a promising free style swimmer in the bunch. When asked his opinion the Face of Everyman was circumspect. 
Therapy
Couples Therapy is not going well for Phil and Irene. Phil dropped the talking stick and Irene took that moment to hit him with everything she had in her gunny sack of past grievances. The screaming and yelling could be heard thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was caught off guard. Even bystanders interjected their thoughts. The venerable sage decided to see each client separately. 
Juvies
A flight of young toughs, right out of Juvie, hit the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was a crime scene for five minutes as they threshed about seeking to damage whatever they could. the Face of Everyman had never encountered such rowdy behavior since he watched “Rumble Fish” on late night TV. These fledglings were Hells Angels wannabes.
Black Bear
Rumors that a Himalaya Black Bear had escaped from a nearby zoo were rampant in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa community. the Face of Everyman awoke to find such a creature licking his face. The venerable sage was quick to realize that this was an over-sized domestic dog with a collar. The ancient one used his mind control to suggest that he go home as soon as possible and put on his leash. “Who’s a good dog?” 
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