Smoke

Brentwood has returned from early scouting of the wildfire smoke. It covers the vast area of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in a thick blanket. the Face of Everyman has it on good authority that it should clear by Thursday. Maybe.

Duking It Out

Security cameras covering the vast savannas of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa detected these two young bucks duking it out for the hand of the young maiden. the Face of Everyman replayed the scratchy audio and could hear Lady Guinevere plead for the Boys to stop. “Fat chance” thought the venerable sage, “not with that fair maiden as the prize.”

Day Trader

The Knave of rogue traders dropped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to do a bit of trading with the Face of Everyman. Professing to know nothing of the worth of such a bauble the Crow pressed the venerable sage to make an offer. Before an agreement could be reached the gem rolled off the edge into the bottomless depths. A loss for each.

Food Inspection

Rumors of poor quality food had reach the ears of Tula’ the Cat, resident of the Manor house perched high above the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She filed copies of her damning inspection report with Corporate and the Face of Everyman who could see his Golden Handshake becoming ever more elusive.

Pro Bono

The Barkley twins Shirley and Sherwood were sure that their names had been switched at birth and they wanted to pursue legal means to correct this error. the Face of Everyman prided himself on the pro bono work he did for the folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but this task seemed the most ridiculous request that he had ever been asked to consider.

Smoke

A heavy pale of smoke blanketed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa from wild fires up and down the Pacific Flyway. the Face of Everyman ordered all concessions closed except the lounge which offered hot towels to wipe beaks and drinks at happy hour prices. Guests remained hunkered down.

Speculators

The baseless rumor that the Face of Everyman was placing large tracts of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on the real estate market brought out land speculators by the dozens. Before sundown some were offering homesteads, others cemetery plots. One had quickly drawn up plans for a drive-in movie theater. It was worst than Tulip mania and the bubble soon burst.

Maximus

The Lost Cat flyers posted thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa showed his picture and the appellation “Mr. Snuggles.” He was careful not to respond to that name among strangers; no matter how well meaning. In his heart of hearts he knew that his birth name was Maximus. Max has been a frequent prowler at night; but a daylight intrusion was new. the Face of Everyman duly recorded both names in the security log.

Fake News

Grobian was the first to comment on the mis-alignment of the venerable sage. Historically the Face of Everyman was oriented to face the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security camera. This morning guests found him to be “askew”. It would be Tuesday before a crew could right this historic visage. Fake News blamed street protesters for this dastardly crime.