the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure if had ever heard of Morris Dancers so their request for a parade moved slowly thru the bureaucracy of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They had proposed a date in conflict with the LGBTQ parade. Well, he knew where his loyalties lay. “Resubmit next year.” Was his clear response to the funny looking bird with Mother of Pearl buttons sewn all over his vest.
The air of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was thick with the smells of Cuban cigars and single malt scotch as the Fat Kats held their annual strategy meeting. Of course, out of courtesy the Face of Everyman was invited to join and contribute to the merriment and brain storming. He always declined citing liver problems. By sundown they adjourned, but their drunken squabbling continued in nearby conifers.
Bob and Ethel won an all expense paid vacation at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on a national TV game show. Unfortunately their booking coincided with an outbreak of Avian Flu. Most of the staff was in strict quarantine. the Face of Everyman was immune and became their most boring constant companion. By late afternoon they had heard all of his Shakespearean Jokes.
Carlisle was almost despondent. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had the largest collection of rubes that he had encountered in a long time. Surely there was something he could do to upset someone. He cast an eye towards the chunk of rock thinking perhaps . . . the Face of Everyman was fully aware of the evil this spotted spawn of the devil was capable of inflecting. With the force of his powerful mind the venerable sage erased much of Carlisle’s evil brain, for now. It would return soon enough but somewhere miles away.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa held their annual championship golf tournament every year about this time. The heavy hitters lead Saturday’s group. First to tee off, seen upper left, is Blackie Red Wing, next is Speckie Star and lastly seen lower right is Cowboy Brownie. Not seen is the vast field of spectators. the Face of Everyman was nearly overwhelmed sponsoring such a large popular event.
The visitor held something in his mouth in an attempt to disguise his thick European accent but the Face of Everyman was not to be fooled by this villainous character. Tho’ he acted nonchalant, this demon from Hell was not welcome at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage ignored the menace until he flew off. Gone now; but would return in vast hordes sometime soon.