Little Lester had learned of the joy of giving from his parents. When the Face of Everyman required a Maraschino cherry for his evening cocktail, little Lister was right there with a naturally sweet Queen Anne cherry from the vast orchards of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage accepted the gift graciously then let it steep in his secret batch of USDA contraband Red Dye #4. He was a traditionalist.
After a hard day in court the Judge would find comfort in the distinctive soda water leaking up from the secret underground laboratory of the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage pretended that soda water was a natural occurrence in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He had hoped to bottle this sparkling effervescence but was waiting till he had the right label, one with elitist appeal, for proper marketing.
Raoul has opened his new food truck, Fiesta Cubano! Seen above Raoul is serving his signature Cuban sandwich to the Face of Everyman. The management of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was seeking greater diversity in experiences offered to the guests; a bratwurst wagon was in the works. The venerable sage has chosen as sides, Saw Grass Slaw and Bermuda Fries.
Alas, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was no longer the Utopian sanctuary it claimed. the Face of Everyman looked on in horror as Ming, the Merciless displayed his trophy songbird. Where, oh where, were those neighbor cats? They should be here defending their hereditary hunting grounds from rapacious interlopers like Ming, the Merciless.
Erlene posed for over a hundred glamour shots in the early morning hours at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She wanted a provocative pose to share with her new online contact Billy Bob. the Face of Everyman furnished contraband cigarettes for several takes meant to be sexy but they quickly unraveled. In the end it was all for nought. Billy Bob was searching for a nest builder. Someone to extend his legacy down thru the ages. Besides his condo had a non-smoking deed restriction.
the Face of Everyman never quite understood why his particular face was found suitable for picnic lunches. Most birds at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were capable of eating seeds and small bugs on the fly. The larger the bird the more obnoxious the behavior. Or it seemed. The venerable sage abhorred folks who ate with their mouths open. He would share this feeling in his letter to Miss Manners.