It was billed as the first annual Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Aerial Races. The next three contests were lined up at the starting position. the Face of Everyman was about to start his stopwatch and fire the toy cap gun starting pistol. However, the State Racing Steward intervened. The humming bird had not been given the appropriate weights and handicap. The venerable sage assured the official that a unique pari-mutuel algorithm would satisfy the spirit of the regulation. After much wrangling and haggling the races were rescheduled for the 4th of July.
When the Montetorkie School closed for three days to observe President’s Day this little Abecedarian felt left out. He, of the many students at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, was eager to return to the classroom. Finger painting brought out his creative skills. the Face of Everyman had assured his parents that his best work would be displayed in the posh arcade. Somehow Tuesday would take forever to get here.
Little Benji was confident that he knew everything he needed to know to become a successful adult. After all, he had read that charming book: “All I Really Need to Know . . .” From: Share to Look; all sixteen points were easy to remember and apply in daily life. That is, until his first encounter with The Spring of Eternal Giving. Despite the total surprise at being given a morning greeting by talking water; he recovered quickly and responded courteously. Such harmony is frequent in the bucolic Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman looked pleased.
Carlisle was unsure about his new FitBit activity tracker. He was positive that he had followed the instructions. the Face of Everyman suggested that he make one tour of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and return. The little guy had accumulated a bazillion steps within five minutes. The venerable sage was at a loss as to what to do next.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa drew a large crowd with their annual New Years Eve light show. the Face of Everyman was testing the equipment days before hand but had overlooked clearing the projector slide carousel. To his chagrin immediately the 3D image of an old flame materialized. Luckily the focus was off, the image grainy and indistinct.
Simone had waited all day for the census team to come by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She had marked Other on her form in the square asking for gender. She wanted to explain why on last year’s form she had used the name Lester and now things were changing. As gently as possible the Face of Everyman explained that the Census Team came by yesterday and collected all the forms. Maybe next year she could fill out two forms and they could decide which to use.