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the Face of Everyman awoke with a start; fear showed in his eyes.  Lack of revenue at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa forced Corporate Management to take drastic steps.  The trained killer spoke softly; but the message was clear: boost revenue or it was the quarry rock crusher.  His choice.  The venerable sage thought that doctoring the books was an immediate albeit temporary fix. Perhaps selling his sixteen cases of contraband  Kirkland® might look good for 2nd quarter profits.

The circus remained in winter quarters. The performers were let go.  Travel restrictions were in place but a few made it to freedom.  Seen below a young aerialist seeks employment at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman was not sure what qualifications this refugee had.  Nevertheless he was hired as the offical greeter.  A native speaker of Esperanto, he brought a new level of sophistication to the operation.

Phoenix was as assertive as any.  He demanded that the face of Everyman hand over his stimulus check.  The venerable sage had assumed the duties of postmaster for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa during these trying times but couldn’t produce a government check out of thin air.  The Crow harangued; the ancient one remained recalcitrant. As the Sun set the empty handed crow returned to it’s roost.

They felt out of place until the Face of Everyman explained that nonbinary folks here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa often used that word to refer to themselves as well as others.  “You can still call yourself Throckmorton if you wish.”  The venerable sage continued.  ” ‘They’ has a nice modern ring to it.”  “Try it for a week.”  “See how it fits.”

Corporate management had sent their most convincing trouble shooter Sonny to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Sales and bookings were off sharply.  Perhaps the Face of Everyman had lost control.  Sonny hinted that a suitable replacement was being vetted.  Perhaps the venerable sage recalled his cousin the William Wallace Memorial Stone?  A petition for his parole was being circulated even as we speak.

At last Kilroy caught a glimpse of his guardian angel appearing within the backdrop of the lush gardens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  At first, he thought of sharing his sighting with the Face of Everyman; but he knew the response would be one of feigned disbelief.  The venerable sage knew everybody’s guardian angel by name and had a drawer of white feathers jam packed full; one left after each visit. 

Heckle found a glass float from an offshore fishing net during one of his beach cleanups along the vast shores of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Thinking it might be edible if soaked long enough he brought it home.  the Face of Everyman suggested that he give it as an offering to one of the many spiritual dieties perhaps leave it at the shrine of Aceso, goddess of healing, so needed in these trying times.

For weeks Stanley had been pushing inland; leading an expedition searching for the sacred stone idol rumored to exist in the valley of the Foggy Bottoms.  No one could have been more surprised than he when the Face of Everyman greeted him and complemented him on his mating plumage.  Stanley had arrived in time for the start of Spring Rituals.

the Face of Everyman viewed with alarm that this newcomer was about to challange the Spring of Living Waters to a duel.  The ancient being was so tired of every hotshot gun slinger coming into town looking for trouble.  Clearly the signs at the gate read: the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, a wild life sanctuary.  It was time someone ran for Sheriff.

The lure of freshwater bivalves was too much for some new arrivals to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Parents of the Crow family found that standing on the Face of Everyman gave easy access to this tasty treat.  Of course there was never so much as a “By your leave.”