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Natasha’s ballet performance for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa’s Mothers Day Luncheon came off flawlessly.  the Face of Everyman couldn’t have been more pleased.  He signed off on her H-1-B visa form and mailed it himself.  His Congress man assured him that it could be fast tracked around the lottery system; just this once.

House pets on the prowl.  File photos of known prowlers.  Panther stalks the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa day and night. Tabby and Boots are nocturnal villains.  the Face of Everyman is seldom aware of their presence.

News of the escape from the penal colony of two desperate convicts was on all the TV channels.  So when these two inked up characters show up at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the Face of Everyman was more than just concerned.  He soon learned that they were a nice Grosbeak couple from Walla Walla looking to start a family.  The venerable sage was so relieved that offered them a prime rental at off season prices.

Spike tried to act nonchalant as he wandered through the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  He was displaying his new antler velvet and was looking for approval from the Face of Everyman.  The venerable sage knew that each young buck needed a father figure to show encouragement during this right of passage.  “Atta boy!” was his response.

The first day of shooting his new Bond© epic there was trouble on the set.  Our hero was to confront the villain; who suddenly decided to bathe.  the Face of Everyman shouted for the cameras to keep rolling.  This would be priceless footage for the trailer; but need not appear in the film.  A new casting call was posted in the lounge of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Surely he could find a less egocentric thespian, perhaps one from the Greek theater. 

As Mother’s Day approached the Face of Everyman became tearful.  Usually he was stoic and at times even cheerful. Thoughts of his mother, gone lo these many millennia, caused him to break down.  It was sob after racking sob. Seen below, Manus Dei wipes the tears from the eyes of the venerable sage.  Recovered, he ordered chicken soup for lunch.

In every couples therapy session the Face of Everyman made sure that the combatants maintained social distancing.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had an enviable record of no reported cases of Avian Flu in the past 28 days.  The venerable sage wondered if he was just wasting his time.  By the looks of things they should have enrolled in his Troubled Parenting Class.

It was Wilson’s birthday.  He was so proud to be born on the popular American holiday: Cinco de Mayo.  For him it meant celebrations of dancing, fireworks and piñatas.  the Face of Everyman didn’t have the heart to tell Wilson that his cherished holiday had been cancelled due to the virus and social distancing.  Would the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa ever return to a sense of normalcy?  Would the second wave strike even harder?

It was the same old story: Classically Trained Ballerina seeks asylum; will dance for money and shelter.  the Face of Everyman had long run out of the proper ICE form.  He quickly made a few notes on a Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa logoed bar napkin and asked the Ingenue to return next Monday.  He hoped that his cyrillic was readable.

the Face of Everyman regarded the Crow Family as good renters.  Monthly they brought a clear glass bead as payment for nesting rights to some prime locations in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  The venerable sage wished that he could trick them into disclosing their source.  Could it be part of buried treasure from the days that pirates roamed these waters?