Dad brought Junior down to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to bathe and greet the Face of Everyman. This ritual and common courtesy soon gets out of hand. By mid June the receiving line stretches around the block and the lite chatter by old what’s his name at greetings becomes more terse.
the Face of Everyman was trying to put together a Barber Shop Quartet as the closing act of his Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Spring Follies. It was more difficult than he thought. It was like herding a bunch of Cats. They couldn’t get the harmony right on the most simple songs like: Frere Jacques or Twinkle twinkle little star. The show opened in two weeks and was SRO already.
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.
Wesley felt a bit self-conscience a first. The new barber shop along the posh arcade entering the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa charged a lot for a simple dye job to enhance mating plumage before the season opening; but he felt that he was mature enough to carry it off. “Well”, said the Face of Everyman, “if you’re feeling mature and responsible, let me set you up with a Family Insurance policy. You can pay your first premium with your tax return.”
Bosworth knew that as soon as he’d gained the prominence of the high office of Bailiff of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa some young punk would come along and try to unseat him. the Face of Everyman kept a tally; rarely did any of them last a week. After all, the perch was precarious and pay abysmal.
A rare phenomenon illustrates how cold it at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It is so cold that the Towhee slipped on thin air. the Face of Everyman tried to calculate the odds of this event being caught on camera. The American Robin and White-crowned Sparrow are eye witnesses and think of it as a spiritual event. A sign perhaps.
Ellison knew that he had but a few precious moments to spare if he had any hope in resuscitating the Face of Everyman. Using techniques that he had learned in Boy Scout Troop 108 of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he hoped to breath life back into the venerable sage. Ellison watched closely. At last there was a flickering eye lid followed by a wheeze and a cough. Once again the 4.5 billion year old artfully carved chunk of basalt had escaped the jaws of death.