Members of the elite met to choose a password for entrance to the Bohemian Thicket for the New Year’s festivities at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The chairman could hardly hold the attention of the members long enough to reach a conclusion. Finally he gaveled out the meeting. It would serve them right. Robins don’t stay up late; they are early risers. the Face of Everyman regretted the income lost from not hosting such a prestigious group.
the Face of Everyman was about to ask for early retirement or reassignment to the Corporate mountain retreat. He was fed up with the daily cacophony, bickering and excrement in his face. There must be a better way to serve bird-kind than that of caretaker at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He would be glad when the migration season passed.
Once again Lulu found herself high and dry in the Dating Game. These were her choices for lunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa First Tuesday luncheon get together. These guys all looked like losers. Her angry letter to The Village Herald would castigate the Face of Everyman for not stirring the pot more for better results, better attendance. Her doggy bag was her only consolation as she watched the nightly news on TV.
Everyone looked up. The sound was from a seaplane about to land at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Probably filled with land speculators and crafty bankers. Was the face of Everyman about to get rich on a finder’s fee? Why would anyone jump to that conclusion?
Each Thanksgiving was much the same: freeloaders from nearby sanctuaries showed up make sure that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would have dishes to meet their unique dietary needs. the Face of Everyman was “tearing his hair out.” “Could no one just be thankful for a good meal?” The Chef had received a good price on meal worms. Protein should be a part of everyone’s diet.
A cold shiver ran thru the Face of Everyman when he realized that behind him was Bucko Billy Robinson, First Mate on the hell ship HMS Dracula. What could he be doing here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? Had he, at last, hunted down the venerable sage who jumped ship in Port Alberni? Turns out this bully had bought into the local retirement assisted living condos. They were to be neighbors; maybe even friends.