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The Alien ship landed near the boundary of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  They had some unpleasant work to do in the neighborhood.  After a brief exchange of diplomatic credentials with the Face of Everyman  they concluded their task.  On parting, they were nonplussed to learn that the nearest public restroom for Aliens was 4 light years away on Alpha Centauri.

Recess at the Montetorkie School meant sharing secrets.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a turbulent hot spot of half truths and made up stuff.  the Face of Everyman could not recall how many times one youngster had confided in another: “Bobby likes Sally.”  By noon recess cafeteria workers got to hear the flip side: “Sally likes Bobby.”  The venerable sage looked forward to his Aperol aperitif  with lunch.

For all of his life, due to a clerical error, Mullard had been without a Guardian Angel.  If only the GA had checked back for a new assignment at HQ near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, Mullard’s life would have been so much different.  At last he was under a protective umbrella.  He would stop drinking and look for a job with benefits; perhaps even start a family.  This happy ending brought tears of joy to the eyes of the Face of Everyman.

Beauregard wasn’t the first to be lured by the myth of the fresh water Abalone.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed rife with stories suggesting treasure, lost mines and unmarked sites of gravity gone wrong.  the Face of Everyman had already called in a work order on righting several cabana huts mysteriously toppled during the night.

Uncle Walt scourers the local kitchen middens for scrapes of food to round out the modest diet offered by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  He brings today’s find to show the Face of Everyman as well as soak the gristle.   The picked over bone is left for the Raccoons as a ransom payment and to assure their pledge that they not raid the nests of Crows. 

the Face of Everyman was always a bit alarmed when some of the largest mammals visited the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Tho’  Miss Molly was the most genteel of creatures her sheer size gave the venerable sage pause for thought.

It wasn’t long after sunrise that an angry crowd gathered at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Young protesters began to chant: “What do we want?” “Beef” “When do we want it?” “Now” the Face of Everyman was at a loss as to how to deal with civil unrest.  Protests had never been sanctioned.  His firm offer of mini-marshmallows for all was enough to placate this unruly mob.  The venerable sage knew that this act of appeasement would come back to haunt him.

the Face of Everyman beamed with satisfaction.  He had long lobbied for a Free Dental Clinic to service the local community of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  At last it has become a reality.  The venerable sage looked on as the waiting line grew.  His other Bill for a free OB/GYN Clinic failed to pass in this session of the legislature.

“Mom says,  I need to get a job and start finding my own food.”  Dad and the Face of Everyman did not comment on this common complaint among fledglings in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.   The venerable sage could recall, with some resentment, his own Dad tossing him out of the Caldera with similar words.

The Chipmunk was a good sign that the cool Summer was about over and that the oppressive tropical heat was about to appear at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman greeted the newcomer and welcomed him but urged him to not expect this lavish spread of cracked corn to be the norm.  The kindly ol’ pensioner was reducing inventory before tax time.