Momma was a strong believer in cleanliness.  Baby Silvester was trying to be good boy but the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa felt like ice.  She kept insisting that he scrub behind his ears.  Dad was dripping wet and his teeth were chattering which only added to the drama of the family’s morning ablutions.  the Face of Everyman tried to look away.

Low Tide

Tide tables were almost impossible to construct for the magical place known as the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  This month of January contained two full moons which confounded even the most sophisticated super computers.  Scooter had hoped to find something interesting.  Alas, the tide was flooding back.  the Face of Everyman suggested he return about 2 AM and bring a flashlight.


Mullard and Delilah had been in Couples Therapy since day one.  Each was intransigent.  the Face of Everyman was not making progress resolving their differences, and Mullard was not safe talking anywhere in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa unless he felt the protection of the venerable sage.