A rare phenomenon illustrates how cold it at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It is so cold that the Towhee slipped on thin air. the Face of Everyman tried to calculate the odds of this event being caught on camera. The American Robin and White-crowned Sparrow are eye witnesses and think of it as a spiritual event. A sign perhaps.
Slidell was hell bent on creating mischief. Things in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa needed stirring up. But, inasmuch as it was almost sundown, he thought he’d best return to his pipe & slippers. the Face of Everyman could sense Slidell’s inner rage and was thankful that this quiet resort community would not be subject to chaos and blind panic this very night.
Once again the Face of Everyman awoke to find himself cattywampus. Those rowdy raccoons are to blame. Luckily young Archimedes was fresh out of Engineering school. His quick eye told him that he’d need a long lever and a fulcrum to put the venerable sage back in harmony with metaphysical lines of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa spiritual vortex.
Bancroft thought of himself as a visionary. Here and there in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he could be seen looking towards the future. His conversations were delivered in the form or pronouncements. Few, except the Face of Everyman, could understand such sayings as: a rising tide can lift the Titanic. No one dared ask for the time of day for fear of being forced to listen to something akin to a ruling from a high court.