The pidgeons are up to their old tricks; illegal gambling at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Some run the shell game others three card monte. The guests always lose. the Face of Everyman decided to have some fun. Pigeons scattered when he yelled “Cops.”
With the election results for most races in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa almost assured; conspiracy theories grew in astounding numbers. Even the Face of Everyman could not quell the absurd ones fast enough with facts or counter theories. By Sunday noon he was too exhausted to think; hopefully a nap would help.
Lovelace the Elder mused as to how the mighty had fallen as he observed a couple scavenging for seeds meant for songbirds. The poet looked to the Face of Everyman for answers as to how these two had fallen on hard times and were now homeless in this land of bounty: the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage passed the blame on to the kindly ol’ pensioner. Where will “the buck” stop?
The Ungrateful Five once part of much larger flock; now reduced to the parents, two siblings and a maiden aunt. They had been added to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa endangered species list. the Face of Everyman wept when he realized their plight. Was it wrong for the kindly ol’ pensioner to add them to his daily rations and largesse? Had they lost their edge to remain free to forage? Had they reached a population tipping point, or was it all in the natural order of things?
Each year the Face of Everyman hosted the Veterans Day pancake breakfast at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This year the descendants of the WW I Army Corps Carrier Pigeons received special honors. The venerable sage announced that the highlight today would be the wedding of Two to the Nth power grandchildren of the most decorated wartime carrier pigeons. It was his great pleasure to present “Le Vaillant” and the beautiful,“Cher Ami”. Few turned their heads, but a hoarse chorus of “Here, Here” was evident.
When the WW II Vets at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa VFW Post heard that POTUS wanted to stage a parade down Pennsylvania Ave; they planned to be ready. the Face of Everyman agreed to call cadence. Saturdays, on parade, the recorded drums and horns of the Colonel Bogey March kept everybody more or less in step. They looked good, like a geriatric marching unit should.
Pastor Bob has returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His revival tent sits in the meadow and he is eager to bring that old time religion to the good folks hereabouts. Pastor Bob even extended a joyous welcome to the Face of Everyman; known by all to be a Cynic. The venerable sage just might make one of the healing crusades if his knee didn’t get any better.