It was the hottest day of the year at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The pumps that produce the Spring of Eternal Giving failed and to the surprise of everybody the life giving waters stopped. Using an old trick the Face of Everyman stuck a penny behind the fuse and restored power to the pumps. By late afternoon a licensed electrician had corrected the problem.
Margaret seemed to know every bit of gossip in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Every conversation began with: “Did you see whose dating Rodney?” or some such local lathario. the Face of Everyman relied on Margaret to help him keep up on the latest dirt.
Try outs for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa track and field Olympic team began in earnest. the Face of Everyman carefully measured the efforts of each contestant. Elizabeth, seen in the middle, jumped higher than Broderick or Jimmy-John. On faith, the venerable sage booked her on a July flight to Tokyo.
Proud Father and son pose for a photo commemorating graduation from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Law school. the Face of Everyman held a soft spot in his heart for lawyers; he held several degrees from prestigious law schools: Harvard, Yale and Brown just to name a few. Always summa cum laude, often valedictorian.
Little Bobby was first in to the pool at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was opening day of the summer festivities. the Face of Everyman knew it was going to be a long hot season. To calm himself he tried square breathing.
The long holiday weekend started early at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The lounge and ballroom staff catered a variety of reunions. the Face of Everyman got caught up in drinking bouts with several old shipmates from his sailing days. He woke with a Honey Suckle in his tousled hair. His head ached but he was sure that he had a good time.
Mom brought young Ethelbert down to the magic waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She never mentioned that the waters would be cold. the Face of Everyman always dipped a toe in first. He never liked surprises.
Sparky was downhearted; there was little corn left when he arrived at the fabulous Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “What kind of sick mind would treat songbirds in this fashion?” he thought. the Face of Everyman read these thoughts and felt hurt; but budget constraints didn’t allow for better grades of corn.
Born with a face that only a mother could love, little Damian tried to make friends where ever he went. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was filled with new fledglings, however none seemed to want to play. the Face of Everyman seemed just as stand offish. This would be Damian’s fate. Downhearted he returned to his murmuration.
Mullard had been sent out for more nesting material. Enroute home he stopped for drink at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. After several beers he lost track of his mission and headed home. The discarded straw sank slowly to the bottom of the lagoon. the Face of Everyman shuddered to think what all lay at the bottom.
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