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the Face of Everyman had opened a new Sports Club and Gym at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Not all of the kinks had been worked out as of opening day.  Seen below is Cheeky trying to remain on the jogging course.  The venerable sage was quick to order the ever reliable squirrel cage.    Amazon promised it by Sundown.

It built slowly.  A resistance among the residents and guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to being photographed while eating and bathing.  Seen below, two activist show their resentment.  the Face of Everyman tried to reason with them.  He agreed that the kindly ‘ld pensioner staged these events with seed and fruit; but wasn’t it worth it?  Besides their likeness was viewed on 63 screens daily.  Nevertheless a boycott was in the making.

Father Robin, the circuit rider, was back in his home parish, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  His morning ritual of Tai chi and Tibetan Throat Chanting awakened the Face of Everyman who had not gotten a good night’s sleep as migrating Geese honked their way North thru out the night.

A stranger stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman used up all of his greetings found in current spoken languages.  Finally when he got down to words in the ancient language of mesoamerica: Nahuatl did he get any response.  From then on they had fun telling off-color jokes about Hernan Cortez.

the Face of Everyman had set out a fair amount of cracked corn.  It was meant to become sour mash then distilled into his favorite Scotch.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a peat bog and a secret distillery.  If the birds, squirrels and deer would stop eating his raw ingredients, he’d be bottling and labeling by next week. 

The widely feared Night Stalker was back.  For millennium the Face of Everyman has been warning the good folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa about this fiendish villain.  His return did not bode well and was a prophesy.  The venerable sage shuddered.

Anger Management Training did nothing to temper Boswell’s ferocity.  In fact he was released early and the words: Incorrigible stamped on every page of his Permanent Record.  Now, everybody in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, including the Face of Everyman, gave this bruiser a wide berth.  The venerable sage vowed to find a way to harness this untapped source of energy. 

Ambrose has lost all track of time.  Seen below he is foraging during daylight hours while his friends are sound asleep somewhere in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman reckons that this condition was brought on by Daylight Savings.  It may well persist till November when we set our clocks back to Standard time.

The anti-viral properties of the Spring of Eternal Giving where well known to all and the subject of many a monograph by the Face of Everyman.  Seen below is Hercules an outdoor cat who lives at the edge of the vast grounds of the Foggy bottoms Resort and Spa.  He asks permission from the venerable sage to partake of these sacred life giving waters and perhaps if he would take his temperature. 

A Shaman, spiritual leader for many clans, arrived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  He announced to the Face of Everyman that he was there to smudge this remote spot on the Pacific flyway before Super Tuesday.  The Cabana huts in the background serve as  polling booths and must be cleansed by the sacred sage smoke before another election.