the Face of Everyman was sorry to tell The Masked Marvel that management had decided not to stage anymore wrestling at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Perhaps if he played a musical instrument, such as the Accordion, there was an opening in the Polka band. The venerable sage never like placing square pegs into round holes.
Soccer Moms
A few of the Soccer Moms brought their winning team Fawns to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for Pizza Cracked Corn. In a way the Face of Everyman was pleased; the kindly ol’ pensioner seemed to buy moldy corn. The song birds would have none of it. The detritus lay about until consumed by snails and slugs or a casual visit by deer. 
Whitewash
Thinking it a plausible cover story Griswold maintained that his white feathers were from helping Tom Sawyer whitewash Aunt Polly’s fence. the Face of Everyman was sure that there was not a sack of whitewash in the entire Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Some well meaning folks whitewashed every rock in sight. The venerable sage wasn’t going to allow that to happen to him.
Car Keys
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa staged a concert in the meadow near the resort. About 2 AM Ripley breaks thru the Security system to seek the aid of the Face of Everyman. It seems that “Rip” had lost his car keys in the meadow grass and hoped that the venerable sage could use some sort of mental gymnastics to help find them. “Check the bottom of your day pack.” Was the Ancient’s drowsy response.
Migration
It was a day of Goodbyes as another family departed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for the sunny climes of Mexico. the Face of Everyman felt a sense of loss and a premonition of an early Winter. This remote spot on the Pacific flyway with a seasonally heated pool would welcome many a weary traveler. 
Tibetan Throat Singing
Mullard was so unhappy being sober and married that he took up Tibetan Throat Singing. All of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa kept their distance. If singing didn’t end his marriage then he would borrow a didgeridoo from the Face of Everyman.
Adios
Another tenant headed South, perhaps to Mexico. the Face of Everyman was always sorry to see a good customer leave the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His income stream always got a little thin this time of year. Winter guests only wanted a little space in which to roost.
Inept
the Face of Everyman, mused that parents should not be allowed to bring their clumsy, unattractive children to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Who screens these reservations? This family should be Red Tagged for the next six weeks; maybe longer.
Echo
Lucy was one of the first to realize that she could create an echo if she projected her voice across the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was solid basalt with a hardness of 7 on the Mohs scale. Diamond tipped tools had carved this stoic visage. Lucy’s words were reflected back in nano-seconds. The venerable sage tried to nap; alas, he felt like a verbal pin cushion.
MagLev
When he thought that no one was watching the Face of Everyman would bring into play the Casimir effect. Psychic forces couple with pure science would elevate near by objects. Below we see a hapless Crow experiencing magnetic levitation. Bernice flew off before the venerable sage could apologize.
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