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.


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.


For a small honorarium Father Robin offered to join these two love birds in blessed matrimony.   the Face of Everyman, himself a Notary Public, agreed to be witness and waived his modest fee.  Indeed, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa lacks for nothing.


Robynn was the Poster Child for the CBT clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  This poor fledgling had shown up with the worst case of ablutophobia ever seen by the venerable sage.  After weeks of cognitive behavior therapy Robynn was at last free of her fears.  She joyously splashed water on the Face of Everyman.  His smile was so broad, his face almost cracked.

Easter Egg Hunt

Ichabod had arrived almost a week early for most of the scheduled Easter Egg hunts.  His favorites were those set at Chetzemoka Park.  Wet grass and toddlers thru pre-teens stomping along in hunt for barely hidden eggs caused worms of all sizes to emerge.  A veritable feast not found at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman made a simple request: “If you find a chocolate bunny; I’d be pleased to share it with you.”