Johnny Dark Eyes and his cousin Melchior, signed up to become Vigilantes to replace the non-existent law enforcement in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa region. Seen above in a security camera clip they are about to take down the Golden Crowned Sparrow, a notorious scofflaw with over two hundred unpaid parking tickets in this jurisdiction alone. the Face of Everyman remained mute as he is often wont to do.
Narcissus
Poor Leander, he was present when the Face of Everyman told the story from Greek mythology of Narcissus tricked by Nemesis into falling in love with his own reflected beauty. Now, hours later, the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa remain as placid as ever; and Leander remains truly smitten with his own reflection. Everyman was forced to break this unspeakable curse by rocking till ripples obscured the image. It was said that “L” became a unkempt hermit barely existing in a cave. His only water seeped from cracks in the stone walls. He never again saw his reflection.
High Wire Act
The Motte & Bailey One Ring Circus has moved into winter quarters on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Try outs for various new high wire artists were in progress. Seen above are two not very promising wannabe performers. Their coach, the Face of Everyman, becoming evermore frustrated. Conventional wisdom had that any song bird could perch on a wire. “These two were pitiable”.
Cracked Corn
Johnny Dark Eyes’ family had the Cracked Corn Clean Up concession at the Foggy Bottom Resort and Spa for generations. Now it seems that the contract had reverted to the Face of Everyman after three nights of failure to clean up the detritus following the late night movies. “JDE” begged for a second chance. He was working three jobs and some nights he was just too tired. Everyman relented when he understood that the little bird was putting two kids through college and had his Mom in a senior care home. “E” thought of it as paying it forward.
Rescue Efforts
Often “a day late and a dollar short”, Robespierre returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hoping to make money on the efforts to rebuild after the devastation of Tropical Cyclone Diego. To his chagrin, there seemed nothing left to be done. the Face of Everyman took pleasure in telling him that “The Boys and Girls Club” from the village had taken upon themselves and had volunteered to set everything right.
Saturday’s Child
the Face of Everyman recognized this feral cat, an infrequent visitor to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Despite the feeling of stark terror, the venerable sage composed himself enough to ask: “Sup?” Saturday’s Child had a request: “Could someone just scratch my head and pull on my tail?” “E” suggested that if “SC” could wait a few minutes the kindly ol’ pensioner would be back from the village Coffee Shop and would be glad to “pull on his tail to a fare-thee-well”.
Cool Contacts
The Hazmat twins found pleasure in baiting the Face of Everyman. As All Hallows’ Eve celebrations approached these rascals used every opportunity to perfect their skills at “tricking” rather than “treating.” Residents at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa suspected that the twins were the ones who turned over the Cabana huts last year. This year a Pinkerton agent would be on scene to prevent most acts of mischief. Almost everyone agreed that blue contacts on Rogue and Scallywag looked pretty cool.
Aikido
the Face of Everyman was Sensei at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Dojo. Seen above is an exhibition match are the local favorites in this form of defensive martial arts. Only ardent fans can distinguish which is the favored Momotaro and which is the underdog Kichirou. To the uninformed it appeared to be a ritualistic melee.
Gift Tote
Evangeline, had just received her kit for her new role as door-to-door sales person for cosmetics and gift cards. She had exclusive rights to the the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa zip code residents. So guess which sleeping curmudgeon she chose to be her very first customer? Right. Yet, the Face of Everyman was never one to suppress entrepreneurial zeal; he ordered two of everything, and picked the free gift tote in blue.
Swimming
Heloise had enrolled in the Synchronized Swimming class at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Apparently, when the colorful brochures were printed the folks at Corporate didn’t know that this resort had only a wading pool. Never the less the Face of Everyman would coach her thru the Fall semester; at which time she could transfer to the Olympic sized pool at Hilton Towers. Her Mom ran ads on Craig’s List seeking suitable swimming partners. “H” was focused on her Olympic dreams.
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