Bluebird of Happiness

Pasquale had only caught a fleeting glimpse of the Bluebird of Happiness yet he knew that good fortune was coming his way.  the Face of Everyman himself was surprised to see such an auspicious sighting.  He was sure that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would have great 3rd quarter earnings.


Father Robin never like to marry such raucous couples as these two.  The ceremony was quick as they wanted to get on with the reception and bouquet tossing.  the Face of Everyman resented their treating the morning buffet of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as theirs.  Their one saving grace was that  they didn’t soak their food before eating.  The venerable sage still had Crow Food on his cheek left over from yesterday.

Glossy Prints

Benchley couldn’t believe his eyes.  This must be the lost Aztec city of corn that he had heard so much about.  Who would leave such bounty laying about.  And sunflower seeds just for the cracking.  the Face of Everyman felt compelled to speak up and clarify a few points.  First, this place was known as the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Secondly, the food was bait from the kindly ol’ pensioner meant to to attract song birds into camera range.  Thirdly, Benchley was welcome to return and pose for a portrait any time he chose.  Glossy prints could be ordered online.

Ion Infuser

Addison was accustomed to pure filtered glacier water further enhanced with electrolytes and micro-clustered ions. This stuff at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa did not measure up.  The Ph was off the charts as far as she could tell.  the Face of Everyman pretended not to notice the noisy visitor.  He thought about investing in an ion infuser but he was way over budget this quarter.  The Board would remember this lack of judgement when it came time to discuss his Golden Handshake.

Bellicose Billy

the Face of Everyman had set aside the first day of each calendar quarter to hear the complaints of the murmurers and complainers.  Most folks were soft spoken and had “their hat in their hand” when they sought succor from a perceived wrong.  Not so with Bellicose Billy. Obstreperous was his middle name when it came to complaints about food.  His stipend had been late every time and was usually moldy and starting to ferment.  The venerable sage tried to point out that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was at the end of the supply chain and that there were always substitutions and shortages.  Billy just turned up the volume.  There seemed no escape from his raucous voice.