The Old Time Chautauqua was booked in to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for a one night performance. The Advance Agent had asked the Face of Everyman to provide a few folks of local talent to round out the show. Seen above in audition is Nigel doing an old soft shoe shuffle and tap. The venerable sage was anxious to meet the Flying Karamazov Brothers headliners of the chaotic show.
Herman was trying to make an impression on Louise but it didn’t go well. He had all the room in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa one could ask for to a make smooth, controlled landing, but . . . the Face of Everyman offered a few lessons in coordination. Herman was too embarrassed to even entertain the idea of such help.
Mom was sick and tired of waiting. Baby Huey was going to take to the waters this very day. She had enrolled her brood in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Swimming club and Summer camp. She was painfully aware that the Face of Everyman would not refund her deposit. So despite Baby Huey’s protests and with a nudge from Mom, he was first in the water. Everyman assured Mom that her child had Olympic potential.
Startled, the Face of Everyman awoke seeing only a fearsome bird above his head. He had seen none other like this creature at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was some moments before he realized that it was the shears of a lopper; a tool used by staff to keep this vast paradise always appealing to the guests.
Erlene posed for over a hundred glamour shots in the early morning hours at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She wanted a provocative pose to share with her new online contact Billy Bob. the Face of Everyman furnished contraband cigarettes for several takes meant to be sexy but they quickly unraveled. In the end it was all for nought. Billy Bob was searching for a nest builder. Someone to extend his legacy down thru the ages. Besides his condo had a non-smoking deed restriction.
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.
Rodney wasn’t sure that spiky hair was still a style. Perhaps a Mohawk would be a better choice for Prom Night. the Face of Everyman was ambiguous. Aside from donning mating colors few style choices changed throughout the years at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In the end Rodney and his prom date went in conventional attire.