Cranston was bored. Hanging out, waiting for the ladies to catch up wasn’t much fun. the Face of Everyman assured him that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a jumping place Memorial Day and beyond. Cranston asked about the evening dinner cruises. The venerable sage was bit evasive about that as the boat had been dry dock several years and there seemed no end in sight. “We’ll see” was his best response.
The Visitor
Clan Leader of Crow Local #313 paid a courtesy call on the Face of Everyman. He suggested that Everyman provide better food to those clan members who nested in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and surrounding area. Before leaving, Clan Leader reiterated that this was but a suggestion not muscle.
Woodpecker
Cynthia stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to visit with the Face of Everyman She explained that she and Dexter had been creating a nest for this years brood. She hoped to call on the venerable sage again soon if only Dexter would keep his agreement to incubate. He kept slipping off to the casino.
Ever Watchful
Melissa was as quiet as she could be. She left her nest in the vast forest of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and sought a quick drink and a vegan wrap. Before departing her eyes searched the perimeter area for the evil Brown-headed Cowbird. A wink from the Face of Everyman indicated it was “All clear” never the less she flew home by a circuitous route.
Colorful Guest
Cranston booked into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for the weekend. It would give the ladies a chance to catch up and insure that they all went to the same feeding and nesting area. Always thinking of business opportunities the Face of Everyman opened the bar early; surely as colorful a guest as Cranston would draw nice crowd.
May Day
As dawn broke over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the early birds got a gut wrenching view of the Face of Everyman torn from his moorings by May Day activist. This vandalism was clearly the work of those Raccoons who seemed to have no steady employment. The heavy lift cranes had been called in to right this wrong.
New Antlers
Bixby chose a route thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa partly to show the Face of Everyman the beginnings of his new antlers and partly to see if dreck was still being served to the lunch crowd.
Spring Follies
the Face of Everyman was trying to put together a Barber Shop Quartet as the closing act of his Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Spring Follies. It was more difficult than he thought. It was like herding a bunch of Cats. They couldn’t get the harmony right on the most simple songs like: Frere Jacques or Twinkle twinkle little star. The show opened in two weeks and was SRO already.
The Gift
Hollingsworth wanted a family photo to give his Mother on Mothers Day. Trouble was that neither Marleen nor Randal wanted to be photographed. It didn’t matter that the backdrop was the beautifully manicured gardens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In the end the Face of Everyman photo-shopped smiling faces on each subject. Mom cried when she received such a precious gift.
Dumpster Diving
Dawn came and Ronnie was still trying to tell the Face of Everyman how life was so unfair. There was less and less good garbage to be had in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa or the near by village. First it was Disposals, then composters, then locking lids on curbside cans. Dumpster Diving just isn’t what it was like in the old days. Ronnie could remember stories his grandfather used to tell of knocking over garbage cans in town and strewing the fermenting mess up and down the alleyways. The venerable sage could only nod; all the while computing Pi to the Nth decimal in his head to help relieve his boredom.
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