Whitey, The Bard was casting for his Summer Theater in the Park to be staged in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He looked up when a voice asked if he was seeking experienced thespians. The funny looking polka dotted stranger had a foreign accent but could sure spout lines from Shakespear and assured W that he had a vast repertoire that he could call upon at will; casually mentioning the name of repertory theater that sounded vaguely familiar. the Face of Everyman tried to signal The Bard that this fellow would be more trouble than he was worth. In the end, the stranger flew off. Peace and good fellowship once again reigned over this magical setting.
Sacheverell
Sacheverell stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to share his good news with the Face of Everyman. A large insurance company had chosen S to be their national spokesperson and new corporate image. It was a ten year contract and required him to maintain his buff body and suave looks. His antlers were to be insured by Lloyds of London for an undisclosed amount in the event they became unsymmetrical or damaged in such a way as to prohibit public appearances. He was going to miss those dog tossing exhibitions at the county fair; but now his face was his fortune. C’est la vie.
Caustic
Meryl and Beryl the Gemstone twins had been home schooled and were visiting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for the first time. They were critical to the Nth degree. the Face of Everyman had been enjoying the sweet fragrance of the Honey Suckle flower when voices behind him spoke in caustic tones. “Look at that floating garbage”. “Is this water safe for swimming?” Rather than respond to defend this posh spa; the venerable sage remained mute a he is sometimes wont to do.
Disappointment
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a wide spectrum of guests and locals. the Face of Everyman was constantly surprised by what he overheard. Beatrix had been expecting her childhood friend Lance to propose. Instead he wanted to ask her thoughts on his sharing a loft with Maximilian that hot new bartender.
Aliens
Tilley couldn’t catch her breath. “Help!” Aliens were clearing a landing field near the very spot she had chosen for her nest. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was seldom visited by authentic aliens in accordance with the 1947 Treaty of Roswell; of which the Face of Everyman was an early signatory. He assured Ms T that those folks meant no harm and were actually working to make the near by waters cleaner. In fact, the kindly ol’ pensioner had circulated a memo advising all that a crew of Master Gardeners would camp here for several days for the express purpose of habitat improvement. Somewhat mollified, Ms T returned to her nest to shelter her eggs from the Spring rains.
Guided Imagery
Edwina had been egg-less for two seasons. She learned of the Face of Everyman; a great Shaman that lived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage was reputed to be of benefit to barren couples seeking parenthood. Above, seen in file footage; Everyman is employing guided imagery to assist the hopeful client achieve her dreams.
After Shave
the Face of Everyman had been developing a line of After Shave for the Father’s Day gift giver. He asked Cheeky to give him an honest opinion. One side was Foggy Bottoms Signature while the opposite was Forage. C preferred the latter. Powdered nuts, mostly sugared pecans and hazelnuts, in a light peanut oil base. Signature had an overpowering Bayberry/Musk scent reminiscent of the dim smoky candles used at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa monthly Coven and Hoedown.
Summer School
The regular session of the Montetorkie school at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had concluded. Now with the whole Summer in front of them these young chaps were already bored in the first hour after lunch. Only Aristotle had signed up for Summer classes. He was weak in Applied Thermodynamics and had enrolled on the promise of the Face of Everyman to tutor him.
Square Dancing
Western style Square Dance had hit the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in a big way. Folks from all over booked in to take classes and learn the latest dance calls. the Face of Everyman was caught off guard when Loretta stopped by to show off her new dance outfit. The venerable sage had never seen so many crinolines. He made a note to look in his old sea chest for his Turquoise Bolo tie.
Antigone
Each day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa fledglings were busy learning about life. Mom had told her to be sure and scrub behind her ears. But lil’ Antigone just couldn’t seem to reach. In a whisper the Face of Everyman suggested that she duck her head under water three times while facing East. For A and her Mom it was a win-win.
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