The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa has been blanketed in smoke and haze from forest fires raging in an alternative universe. Seen above are two EMTs assigned to help the elderly and infirmed deal with the polluted air. the Face of Everyman had given out his last face mask; there was nothing else he could do but remind folks to stay in their nest till onshore winds improved air quality.
Club Foggy Bottoms
It was Game Day. Wally dyed his head in team colors to show his support for Club Foggy Bottoms. the Face of Everyman expected to sell out. He hoped that he had enough jerseys in both vertical and horizontal stripes. To loyal fans image was everything.
Epic Deluge
Intense rains had fallen and flood waters overwhelmed the levees surrounding the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Webster from FEMA came down to tell the Face of Everyman that it would be after lunch before the emergency pumps would be repaired. A Helo crew could drop K-rations or rescue the venerable sage if the swirling waters rose any higher. Everyman showed no concern; after all, he had experienced the crushing force of the Johnstown Flood of 1889.
Barnstomers
The circus is ready to leave their winter quarters in the meadow near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Various acts are making last minute improvements. These two asked the venerable sage to suggest a “snappy” name. the Face of Everyman deemed this duo: The Flying St Croix Twins. They’ll go on to make their fortune this summer as top draw Barnstormers.
Flowers or Candy
Wally spent most of the morning trying to decide between Flowers or Candy as an appropriate gift. The posh arcade shops at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered a bewildering selection gifts and cards for those guests celebrating St. Valentines Day. At the urging of the Face of Everyman, Wally chose the perfect gift; an anodized leg band inscribed with today’s date. She would wear it always.
Specter
Occasionally an eerie specter would appear at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In a thick foreign accent he seemed to be saying, “I lost my luggage at LAX.” the Face of Everyman was at a loss as to how to help this small stranger. Budget constraints had forced the closure of the local Travellers’ Aid Society.
Shakespeare Festival
As the day neared for the opening of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa annual Shakespeare Festival more and more impromptu scenes were acted in hopes of being cast in high profile roles. Seen above is Derek quoting lines from the famous “soliloquy” in Hamlet: To be, or not to be. Although the venerable sage had heard a better delivery, “D” was given the nod. the Face of Everyman lamented the paucity of actors in this small community especially in Winter.
Highway Flagger
Timmy was ambivalent about taking the new job offer. It was as a Highway Flagger, mostly a Summer position; standing all day directing traffic thru paving and construction sites. He sought the advice of the Face of Everyman knowing that the ancient sage could help him see the best course of action. Without dashing Timmy’s hopes Everyman pointed out that here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Summer was courting time, nest building time and all the pride filled things that come with being a Father. Timmy remained ambivalent.
Cryptomnesia
Holy Moly thought Smedley this must be what an attack of Deja Vu feels like. He was sure that he’d never been to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and yet every object in this setting was familiar; right down to that handsomely carved chunk of basalt. He was even sporting his bright Summer mating colors. “Hey there old rock”, he called out. “Where the heck am I?” Alas, the Face of Everyman remained mute, as he is wont to do. “S” flew South, never to return to that magical spot.
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