Coriander successfully passed all course materials for the Culinary Institute of American; waggishly referred to by some as the CIA. But as art imitates life, “C” was assigned to infiltrate the three star rated restaurant at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Could a fresh eye and a critical palate substantiate continued endorsement? The report was damning. Pate tasted like calf’s liver. Wine came in a box. The paella was prepared from the rice swept up after each wedding. The veal was in reality breast of Easter Bunny. Noodle dishes drained and rinsed Thai take-out from the village. As their legal representative the Face of Everyman fought long and hard for a second chance. Coriander could make no promises. It wasn’t up to him. Salads of local organics and new menu items appeared almost immediately. Wines from “E’s” own cellar were served with the first course. Of course, the kindly ol’ pensioner slept soundly high above, in the great manor house, oblivious to the machinations below.
Zumba
the Face of Everyman had suggested that Johnny Dark Eyes sign up for one of the Fall dance and fitness classes being offered by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The rhythm and beat of Zumba dancing appealed to “J”. Problems arose when his exuberance caused him to levitate. Under the circumstances he was permitted to transfer his fee to the Wednesday evening book club.
Security
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Security Team was about to be given a failing grade by Corporate when it was discovered that returning Time Travelers were not subject to rigid passport scrutiny. Seen above is Elizabeth returning from a rehab facility in the near future. She is fully prepared to resume her classroom duties for the Fall semester at the Montetorkie school. In the end, only the Face of Everyman was admonished for not advising security of such infrequent eventualities. Link leads to a previous post: https://torkelsbirds.com/2017/06/23/schoolmarm/
Asylum
Boris a cobbler and Natasha a seamstress claimed that they were here to seek asylum from some obscure oppressive regime. Only the Face of Everyman sensed their true motives. In truth, this charming couple were here to hack the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Casino slots and gaming machines. The venerable sage quickly put freeze on all his accounts; world-wide. Link leads off site: https://tinyurl.com/gvhry43
Tsunami
On rainy days the students at the Montetorkie School would remain indoors and watch contemporay instructional and safety films. No longer shown were such rainy day classics as “Nanook of the North” or “Duck and Cover Drills”. Seen above is a clip from a recent film, “Tsunami Survival” shot on location at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman refused to have his name in the acting credits. Instead he appears as: Rock—-Anomymous. His theatrical agent still demanded ten percent.
Avian Deity
Clean up crews at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa uncovered what was thought to be an idol to an ancient avian deity. Ludicrously Johnny Dark Eyes thought that he bore a close resemblance. the Face of Everyman was quick to point out that the rusty iron relic was really part of an early Cecil B. Demille silent film epic . “J” was not to be dissuaded.
Ginseng
After clean up of the havoc wrought by Tropical Cyclone Diego the Face of Everyman hosted an informal gathering of light hors d’oeuvres and adult beverages. The venerable sage lost this years entire crop of Ginseng root. His export business dealt with the sale of roots that resembled world leaders and religious figures. Sotheby’s handled his auction sales. He is seen above chatting up Falene and her sister while awaiting the report back on his crop loss insurance claim.
Curiosity
Lafayette had been born with a spirit of inquiry. His Mom called it plain ol’ curiosity and liked to remind him of the saying about Cats and curiosity. the Face of Everyman pretended to be asleep. If awaken by the predator “E” would remind him that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was UNESCO World Heritage Sanctuary and rapscallions and hooligans would be ejected from the premises. Tough talk from a rock.
Intel
The glowing Orb easily thwarted the high tech security systems of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The message it carried was for only the Face of Everyman. By telepathic communication the venerable sage learned of his new platinum Facebook upgrade password and username together with a complementary years subscription to the Celebrity Gossip news feed. “E” was a master at intelligence gathering.
Dovecote
Somehow Super Beings had breached the reality barrier and entered the magical land of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Much of their conversation was drowned out by the flowing waters of the Spring of Eternal Giving; but the Face of Everyman was convinced that they planned to erect a 700 unit Dovecote on this very site. The venerable sage tried to grasp what that meant to his life style. Right now he couldn’t deal with ten stupid Pigeons; let alone untold numbers. He felt a headache coming on. Perhaps he should treat it as: Fake News.
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