The silence was deafening.  The Spring of Eternal Giving had stopped flowing.  Was that a signal to the Face of Everyman that something was wrong?  Indeed, the venerable sage awoke to see a Crow attempt to sneak his way into the magical kingdom that was the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  To what end he wondered; no Crow likes leftover bird seed.


Castor and Pollux have been reborn as Crows.  Though teenage fledglings they are rapidly gaining knowledge and life skills.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is an ideal place and they will certainly benefit from the stern tutelage of the Face of Everyman.    But, they are unsure why they have to learn Algebra.


Lester and Camille had his parents over for dinner at their new home near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Camille thought that things had gone well until she realized his Mom had “Sniffed” at the Willow pattern dishes.  God, how she now wished that she had borrowed the Noritake from the Face of Everyman when he had offered.

New Family

The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa prided itself on a Family Photo Studio which produced exceptional Baby photos.  Seen above is a recalcitrant fledgeling who is unwilling to look at the camera.  The new parents were at a loss as to what to do.  the Face of Everyman chose not to intervene and let matters take their course.  They rescheduled for next Saturday.


Socrates plans a career in law.  He may become the first citizen of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to obtain a degree.  Seen above he is in Day Two of a rigorous regime of discussion utilizing the Socratic method.  As time went on even the venerable sage began to question the assumption of  the Face of Everyman.


The Dark Lord appeared in response to complaints from Crow constituents about the poor selection of appropriate foods at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa luncheon buffet.  the Face of Everyman was quick to respond:  A Crow family had a nest nearby and were about infrequently.  Roving flocks were gracious enough to not intrude.  In the end a compromise was reached; a small amount of artisan bread would be would be made available; subject to plundering by Raccoons, Dogs and Herring Gulls.  The outcome could give politics a good name.