Free swim day was usually the day before the vast Olympic sized pool at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spas was closed for an annual cleaning. This date was arrived at by consulting local astrologers, and the Farmer’s Almanac. If there was no clear consensus, then a Cray 1000X super computer was leased to come up with an answer. If all else failed, the Face of Everyman read entrails.
Desmond was chagrined to learn that it was his own grandfather that had captured the last Koi in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman shared a few of the old newspaper clippings citing the old boar’s depredations: koi, crawdads, pollywogs, and tree frogs.
A reporter from The Village Press tried to interview the Face of Everyman regarding the lack of nectar on the menu of the subsistence foods given away by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Of course, this sensitive subject irked the venerable sage. He stonewalled the little guy for the rest of the day.
Billy was still crippled after months of soaking his foot in the healing waters of the Spring of Perpetual Happiness. Folks with the clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa could only recommend the Mayo Clinic as the next step. the Face of Everyman thought better of an idea to offer the use of a leg brace left over from the Spanish inquisition. Times have changed.
Robespierre confirmed the reports of severe flooding in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He had no ready solution and verified that the Face of Everyman could keep his nose above the high water mark. He returned to his office and completed the morning crossword puzzle.
Johnny Dark Eyes was back and needed a Valentines card as soon as possible. He had checked every store in the village near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa with out success. Luckily the Face of Everyman had a few sheets of red poster paper and shears. How would Johnny show his gratitude?
the Face of Everyman caught a brief glimpse of Boris, had he returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to stage the great ballet written by the venerable sage or had he returned simply to watch the super bowl on the Jumbo-tron?
After reading The Life of The Great Wallenda, Sparky was determined to become a tight rope walker. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered few opportunities for him to train; even under the expert tutelage of the Face of Everyman. Spectators held their breath as this brave little dare devil attempted one more hair raising event.
This time of year the Face of Everyman couldn’t be sure if that was food or nesting material in a bird’s beak. Now was the quiet time in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa: between fledglings departing and building a nest for the next brood. The venerable sage adopted a wait and see attitude.
As the Cat became fully mesmerized by the falling waters of the Spring of Perpetual Happiness it’s mind would come under the control of the Face of Everyman. Slowly the venerable sage suggested that the cat leave the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Somehow such hypnotic techniques were hit and miss.
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