Attendance was spotty at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Astronomy Club nevertheless the Face of Everyman forged ahead with his presentation on the Supermoon due tomorrow. Sensing that he was losing the attention of his lone attendee; the venerable sage hinted, in a voice suggesting intrigue, that next month his talk would be on Blue Moons.
In a calculated passive aggressive power play the raccoons refused to to spin the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had hoped to be twisted about and thus be able to absorb the bright morning sunlight for his right eye to treat his chronic seasonal affective disorder. His light therapy box is still on back order.
The Avian Food Bank at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a liberal policy of sharing the bounty with all. Somehow the squirrels displayed entitlement that was without decorum. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to say anything as he held both parties in disdain.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Poker Club has finished another weekly all-nighter. the Face of Everyman receives a small portion of each pot. His “Comped” breakfasts are legend among professional gamblers. As you can see; membership is limited and each attendee must wear formal attire.
The few hours of sunlight that fell on this remote corner of the Pacific Flyway were the root cause of many reported cases of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). Hardest hit at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was the venerable sage himself. Even in the depths of his depression he could hope that the Raccoons would attack tonight and spin him around so that his other eye could catch the bright rays of sunrise. His Light Therapy Box was on backorder at Amazon.
At the first class reunion of the graduates of the Montetorkie school many of the guys came in their old mating colors. the Face of Everyman noted, with a wry smile, that these were the same guys who were in the stag line at every sock hop. Many things are universal even at the magical Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Hudson was the first to raise the alarm. He was sure that he had discovered dinosaur eggs. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a well known site, rich in bones of extinct early reptiles. A quick glance told the Face of Everyman that these eggs were clearly of the modern epoch and came from a nearby farm were free range chickens roamed at will. The venerable sage yearned for the old days when poultry lived in a coop and remained penned up; safe from foxes and hawks.
Not all was peaches & cream at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was forced to witness much marital discord. Yardley had sworn that he had been looking for work. Sybil had believed him until the Racing Form fell out of his pocket. What to do? She was already working two jobs. Maybe they could skimp by if she cancelled satellite TV.
The villainous Rasputin has returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Once more he seeks the whereabouts of the lovely Anastasia. the Face of Everyman was not the least bit afraid of this unkempt, mephitic creature and remained mute under extreme vetting.
At the time Prankster thought it a good idea and a fun thing to do: knock the Face of Everyman off of his perch into the depths of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa pool. The venerable sage took a dim view of such hijinks. To end this madness “E” created an alternate image of fun in the young scallywag’s mind.
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