The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was rife with rumors. the Face of Everyman had placed orders for all manner of political signs, banners and even straw boaters. Yet, nothing had shown up. Could this be part of a much larger scheme to suppress voting. There seemed no way to quell the mis-information and quiet the unrest among the guests.
As air quality improved along the Pacific Flyway a few of the smaller song birds returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was pleased. He had parades planned for the Fall equinox, the Harvest moon and a big bonfire for the Blue moon at Halloween. This would be an action packed Fall. Would bobbing for apples still be allowed?
Pigeons had begun a bitter protest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Their purpose, as expressed to the Face of Everyman, was to raise objection to the wanton destruction of historic statues in the surrounding villages. It was a loss of their sites of oratory greatness. The venerable sage thought it ironic that these very statues were the site of their greatest desecration. Everyman lost interest in supporting a futile cause.
Even though the kindly ol’ pensioner had removed the cadaver hours ago; every guest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa couldn’t help but scan the waters to assure themselves that there weren’t more ill-starred souls beneath the waves. the Face of Everyman refused to offer any details. The village weekly would have a feature article he assured one and all.
Maisie approached the Spring of Eternal Giving with trepidation. What if the oracle of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was closed for the duration of the pandemic as a non-essential business. the Face of Everyman sensed her dilemma and offered to ask for her when the oracle stopped by for her mail.
Proud Mothers had signed up their offspring for Fall classes in synchronized swimming at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was obvious to the Face of Everyman that for the instructor it was like herding cats.
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.
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.”
Jasper asked if the Face of Everyman could turn on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Jumbotron. NFL football seemed just the thing to help everyone forget their troubles.
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.
