Bad Blood

Bradley tried to defuse the tense situation.  Rarely were bad blood differences a problem at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but today long held grudges surfaced between two families.  Even the Face of Everyman, who held several Nobel Peace Prizes, was at a loss for words.  There seemed no hope for a friendly sit down.


Palomar had booked into the world famous weight loss clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  On the first day he broke the rules, stuffing his face.  When caught on camera, all he could say was: “Does this pop corn make me look fat?”  The venerable sage had witnessed this scene played over and over.


A massive shift along fault lines near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had blocked the deep fissure that carried water to the Spring of Eternal Giving.  It was up to the Face of Everyman to employ his powers of psychokinesis to clear the vital, life giving passageway.  Few thanked him for exhaustive efforts.


Carondelet always wanted to be first to greet the Sun.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, situated on a high promontory, was an ideal location to receive a daily blessing.  Despite his brilliance, the Face of Everyman still had trouble sorting out the 12 ancient Olympians.  On each census form he left the question of religion blank.

Free Diving

The World Championship Contest in Free Diving was scheduled for late June at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman had once held the title two eons running during the most recent Ice Age.  He now had his eye on winning in the Seniors Division.  Practise sessions are held daily.  The kindly ol’ pensioner is assisting the venerable sage in holding his breath while simulating Free Diving.


No one could have been more surprised than the Face of Everyman when addressed by the shimmering image.  It was the Bhagwan appearing by telepathic hologram for the first time at the world famous Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  In a thinly veiled threat he suggested that his new commune could be established elsewhere if he only had the funds to begin construction.  Everyman dug deep into his incalculble supply of cryptocurrency; thus assuring that the million or so followers of the Guru would not establish a new commune here.