The proceedings were taking unusually long. the Face of Everyman’s contract for service and management with the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was up for renewal. Already the usual suspects were starting to spread ugly rumors. Surely his distinguished career wouldn’t suddenly end with just the Golden Handshake.
The Visitor
Clan Leader of Crow Local #313 paid a courtesy call on the Face of Everyman. He suggested that Everyman provide better food to those clan members who nested in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and surrounding area. Before leaving, Clan Leader reiterated that this was but a suggestion not muscle.
The Kid
There wasn’t much fight left in “The Kid” yet he had found his way home to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even that much seemed a miracle. He had lost bits of himself in every encounter. the Face of Everyman would supervise his physical therapy on the long road to full recovery. Modern 3D printers would fabricate the body parts he needed to be made whole.
Child support
Mullard knew that he owed back child support but he never thought that Mildred would have the Sheriff of Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa send a drone to serve him papers. the Face of Everyman averted his gaze; pretending not to see this new advancement in law enforcement.
Omissions
Wyandotte had shown the figures to the Face of Everyman. There was no other way to say it: Golden-crowned Sparrows were seriously under represented in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Blog. The venerable sage knew that this grievous omission had to be corrected before the ACLU descended upon this small bit of paradise. Wyandotte was unwilling to count today’s post as a meaningful attempt to right a wrong.
Cherry Blossoms
A gust of wind slammed a Cherry blossom petal into the Face of Everyman. Strangely the pain was excruciating. A tear drop formed in the eye of the venerable sage. Were the various deities found in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seeking revenge for some past slight? An offering of a lavender scented candle would go a long way towards repairing the wound. He thought.
Failure
Deep in his secret underground laboratory the Face of Everyman had been developing a formula for a water dispersing product to keep bird feathers dry. The results of experiment WD-39 was a utter failure. A guest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa agreed to buy the formula for a dollar. Not long after, the venerable sage read an article in the Wall Street Journal that something called WD-40 had become an overnight success.
Nightmare
It was his reoccurring nightmare; the bilge pumps had broken down, the scuppers were clogged and the crew refused to go aloft to take in sail. the Face of Everyman was ship’s cook on the Merriweather, hell ship of Pacific sealing fleet and there seemed no way out of this impending disaster. Until, of course, he forced himself awake.
Spring Dresses
Bradley couldn’t afford Easter dresses for his five girls so he got a license from the Face of Everyman to harvest the coins from the giant wishing well at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Guests had been particularly wishful these past few months. Bradley was very successful. After ten percent to the venerable sage and disregarding foreign coins; there was enough for dresses, shoes and Easter baskets.
Mime
Marceau stopped by to see the Face of Everyman. He was leaving the comfort of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and headed for the streets of Paris where he would learn to become a Mime. The venerable sage suggested that he try out a few routines on guests here and see if he is cutout for such a rigorous life. Not everyone likes a mime in their face; he added.
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