the Face of Everyman charged a modest fee as a business consultant. Charley was torn between going south for the winter with four or more months of glorious sunshine or staying here and keeping the Bait Shop open renting Rods, Reels and DVDs. Two good Salmon runs and it would be worth the months of cold dreary weather experienced by those who remained at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage considered all options and suggested Charley go south. Everyman would store the DVDs in his Man Cave.
The 8th Grade dance class at the Montetorkie School provided the entertainment for the Fall PTA luncheon. Below we see young Vladimir doing a piece from Swan Lake. the Face of Everyman cried as he watched such poetry in motion.
It was new product demonstration day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The randomly chosen members of the focus group were anything but focused. the Face of Everyman tried desperately to capture their attention; but alas their thoughts wandered. The venerable sage wondered why he even bothered to invent stuff like: unbreakable shoe laces and ever-sharp steak knives. No body seemed to give a damn.
It was to be a simple class photo but nothing went right. No one wanted to line up and face the camera. The twins thought that they should be in front. The Montetorkie School at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was for the gifted children of long term residents; which meant two broods or more in the same calendar year. the Face of Everyman tried to keep it all straight but his data base crashed during last weeks lightning storm. The copy in the Cloud was spotty.
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.
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.
Uncle Jack has never been the same since he hit the plate glass window head on down in the village. He was out for a week after the kind folks brought him to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Avian Clinic. Now, most days, Jack chats with the Face of Everyman and yells at his image reflected in large bubbles. “Watch out Jack or you’ll be a goner.” The venerable sage has prepared a case study to present at a prestigious university in the Fall.