the Face of Everyman was reluctant to ask favors of anyone especially of Johnny Dark-eyes. Lately in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa high winds were frequent and a mote of dust had landed in the eye of the venerable sage. Removing the spec might seem a simple enough task but Johnny would likely seek repayment ten times over. Dang! Double Dang!
the Face of Everyman watched in awe as Astrid and Montoya began a ritualized mating dance. Such cultural cross-over displays were uncommon outside of the magical kingdom of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage planned on presenting a paper at the next Audubon Society convention revealing instances of bird like behavior in small rodents.
Rogue hackers from some distant Republic-Stan managed to force their way into the vast data base of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Perhaps the image is only meant to embarrass the kindly ol’ pensioner, but he is oblivious to such attempts. Blame for the lack of digital security fell squarely on the Face of Everyman. His Golden Handshake seemed further away with each such incident.
Fillmore had been skipping stones across the water all morning. He tired of this activity. the Face of Everyman, now safe from the hazard of flying rocks, suggested that he burst bubbles until lunch was served. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa has an almost infinite number of such simple pastimes available to guests.
“Mad Dog” Carter was the remaining survivor of the Battle of Cucamonga Peak. Even tho’ he was old and had but one leg, he made it to this last encampment at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The traditional magnum of Champagne had been held in safe keeping by the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage had been tempted a time or two to uncork the bottle but thought better of it; after all he had the integrity of a Rothschild.
A recent Security Audit found weaknesses in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security system. In a random review of security images the Forensics Team found ten percent contained unacceptable errors. Seen above are the unmistakable signs of a Cat’s ears. the Face of Everyman tried to explain that the ears may belong to the manor house cat. Nevertheless a three page list of urgent remedial action was sent to Management; carbon copy to Corporate. The venerable sage could see his Golden Handshake diminish.