Frisco Bob stopped to remind the Face of Everyman about the Halloween Barn Dance at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Grange. Fisco had assembled a Square Dance Caller and a couple of Fiddle players. Folks were asked to bring a covered dish and there would be bobbing for apples. “Who doesn’t like apples?” Frisco asked rhetorically. Off-highhandedly Bob reminded the venerable sage that he could bring a date.
Renaldo was first in line for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Job Fair. the Face of Everyman scanned Renaldo’s impressive resume’. He is a drummer for one of the top garage bands in the village. He has his own house; a foreclosure from a Screech Owl. He doesn’t migrate; so he could work each season unless he was dating seriously. The venerable sage put this eager youngster on retainer until an opening came up.
Proud parents brought their first born son Quillon to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They were eager for the Face of Everyman to give the child a blessing. Unfortunately the young lad, quite literally, stepped on the lines of the venerable sage, muffling ancient words of praise and protection. Maybe they’d have better luck next week with an itinerant Shaman.
the Face of Everyman, mused that parents should not be allowed to bring their clumsy, unattractive children to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Who screens these reservations? This family should be Red Tagged for the next six weeks; maybe longer.
Miss Havisham passed through the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; she was amazed at the dearth of suitable bugs available for dining. A bit chagrined, the Face of Everyman could only respond that it had been a cool summer so far and perhaps that would change. He uncrossed his fingers as soon as she flew off.
The Borscht Belt was in high season. Nightly new acts were booked into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had to listen carefully as each act did a quick sketch. This candidate did one liners: “Take my wife. Please.” “When I was a Kid my yo-yo never came back to me.” By mid morning the venerable sage was ready for a stiff drink and his nap.