Guy Foxes Night

The morning after Guy Foxes Night the boys were trying to recover from the celebration of drink and bonfires. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had somehow institutionalized this peculiar British event. the Face of Everyman had tried over the years to have only wet firewood on hand in an effort to phase out this bacchanalian event. Alas, they kept him up till dawn.

Bob Tail?

Fat Cat was back. Had she attempted to disguise herself with a shortened tail? the face of Everyman spent all morning sifting thru archival images for answers. One thing for sure, there were too many cats running free in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Toe Dipper

Frosty mornings brought out more toe dippers than the Face of Everyman could recall seeing. It must be about time to bring out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa pool heater. Reviews on Yelp had become a tad too negative. The venerable sage could see that Golden Handshake slipping away ever faster.

Costumes

Judging for the best Halloween costume began early. Some were self conscious about what they wore and could barely relate to whom ever they were supposed to be. Few dogs lived in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; but, somehow they were forced to wear what their masters chose. the Face of Everyman tried not to be too judgemental. He held himself above this pagan rite.

Knock, knock

While out on parole Johnny Dark Eyes decided that he would become a stand up comic. Seen above he trying out his best material on the Face of Everyman. “Knock, knock. Who’s there? Etch. Etch who? Bless you?” Few guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa bothered to even laugh or snicker. The venerable sage remained stoic.

Sunrise Viewing

Pembrook had discovered the ancient practice of Sunrise Viewing. Rising before dawn in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he positioned himself to catch the first rays. Alas, fog obscured that magic moment. the Face of Everyman used such days to sleep in.