A Round of Robins

The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hosts a speaker’s club.  Weekly, after lunch, speeches are given on a topic assigned the previous week.  Today no one was prepared.  Everybody wanted to tell the Face of Everyman how much the snow had prevented them from getting even one single idea down on paper.  The meeting was chaotic.  Robert’s Rules of Order didn’t address a Round of Robins.

Army Reunion

the Face of Everyman had thoughts of getting out of the catering business at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  For this Army Buddies reunion he had watered down the drinks and added more junk food to the serving line; but as soon as the brandy and cigars were passed out, the fights began.  The venerable sage needed a better plan to prevent next year’s Donnybrook.

Clarion Call

the Face of Everyman awoke to a revival type diatribe that the venerable sage hadn’t heard since the days of Billy Sunday.  The few onlookers soon wandered away.  Only when the speaker had the lowered his voice was it clear that he was against the new taxes being imposed on imported bird seed.

Padre

It always seemed to be the crack o’ dawn that a new Padre would start services for those at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa who needed spiritual guidance.  the Face of Everyman was pleased that nobody showed for this first service.  Most songbirds sleep in late on Fridays.  The 10 AM service might be a sellout.

Vinyl Records

Finchley was a recent fledgling with a unique problem.  He was orphaned before he had learned the songs he needed to know as an adult.  Mortality rates in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were especial high for song birds as they were easy prey for raptors.  the Face of Everyman dug into his Sea Chest and found his old Roger Tory Peterson vinyl records of North American Bird Calls.  He played the Robin songs again and again until at last young Finchley was prepared for his adult role in the community.

Youth

As Spring turned into Summer more and more fledglings spent time at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  That venerable sage, the Face of Everyman couldn’t help but remember, with a sigh, the words of an old friend: “Youth is wasted on the young.”

Merit Badge

Young Bradley had been working to earn his Cub Scout Merit Badge in Environmental Science; but today he was no closer to achievement.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa sponsored the scouting units and the Face of Everyman acted as the Unit Leader.  Bradley froze during the rigorous nest building demonstration and the final exam was postponed till he felt that he was ready.