the Face of Everyman sensed a tirade coming as Black Bart alighted in his front office. But no, he was here for his protection money due him for driving off hawks from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa during the month of October. By written affidavit, this raucous unprincipled tough guy swore that he had driven off three raptors in the past month. The venerable sage paid up: several bit coin and half a sack of corn. Such protection was worth every penny.
the Face of Everyman felt as tho’ he had been ice bound for weeks. This day the Sun was up and a rescue effort arrived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The team leader sampled the cracked corn and made a decision. “Best we can do is tow you to an ice free port like Murmansk.” Fortunately the ice was gone by noon. Tug boat crews enjoyed a lavish dinner of pot roast in the spacious conference room.
The renown author and lecturer Lady Carrington inquired about renting the cabana huts at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for her upcoming Winter Writer’s Retreat. As the Face of Everyman was quick to point out not all of her Plus Sized students could be accommodated. There would be an additional surcharge for heated roosting or Time Share nesting. Bookings were filling fast. “Tempus Fugit.”
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.
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.
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.