Skinny Dipping

Martha taught Third Grade at the Montietorkie School.  This gave her pool privileges at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman failed to warn her about the paparazzi lurking about.  The village paper ran the photo with a brief caption.  She braved the few snickers that reached her ears.


Carondelet always wanted to be first to greet the Sun.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, situated on a high promontory, was an ideal location to receive a daily blessing.  Despite his brilliance, the Face of Everyman still had trouble sorting out the 12 ancient Olympians.  On each census form he left the question of religion blank.

Rant and Rave

It wasn’t like Melonie to whine or grouse but she had a dislike for the Snowbirds who went off somewhere during the Winter then returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa taking over some of the best nesting sites without so much as asking.  the Face of Everyman suggested that she submit a “rant” to the village newspaper’s rant & rave column.  She’d feel much better if she did.

Belly Dancing

Nadia was a contestant in the annual Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Tribal Fusion and Belly Dancing Contest.  Most of her costume she created herself and was of her own design.  Her scarves, jewelry and bronze cymbals she rented from the Face of Everyman.  To avoid conflict the venerable sage recused himself from voting when pecuniary matters were involved.  Nadia won the Regionals and went on to State.


Ernie had never heard the word doppelganger.  But whoever that fuzzy looking guy next to him was, sure as shooten’ looked exactly like him.  Apparitions are common in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman tried to explain the mystery of such occurrences.  Ernie just wanted him gone.

Racing Handicap

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.