the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure if had ever heard of Morris Dancers so their request for a parade moved slowly thru the bureaucracy of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They had proposed a date in conflict with the LGBTQ parade. Well, he knew where his loyalties lay. “Resubmit next year.” Was his clear response to the funny looking bird with Mother of Pearl buttons sewn all over his vest.
It was NFL Sunday and Rocky had his game face on. It didn’t matter that no team wore black and white exclusively he just wanted to be part of the vast throng entering the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa sports arena. the Face of Everyman was pleased. Such a large turnout showed spirit and good receipts.
the Face of Everyman was shooting the final scene in his epic biopic: Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile. The camera was supposed to move to a close up of Cleopatra bathing. Instead a crew member tripped and fell into the frame. The star shrieked and the take was lost. This film was so over budget that management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa pulled the plug and ordered filming to end. The venerable sage tried to assemble the disparate parts into something worth watching; but all continuity was lost. He almost cried.
After only half of a mushroom the Face of Everyman began seeing feathered Mermaids. This gave the venerable sage pause and an ideal moment to reflect on his use of recreational mind altering spirits and drugs. He needed to get clean. He had a reputation to maintain.
Johnny Dark Eyes had been gone so long that no one could quite remember either his sentence or his crime. Nonetheless he was back. He hoped that the Face of Everyman knew where his Mother was roosting these days; it would brighten her day to see her First Born home, ready to be a an honest, productive citizen. Unfortunately his job as croupier at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Casino was waiting for him. The venerable sage knew that no good would come of that employment. Johnny and other peoples money was a poor combination.
Little Louis lost his parents and was hopping that he could sign up for assistance at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Food Bank. the Face of Everyman couldn’t turn away anyone in need; but, rodents were not on the endangered species list. The best that the venerable sage could do was request a sack of orts from the dining room. Meanwhile he flipped thru his Rolodex for the Owl Hotline.
It was new product demonstration day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The randomly chosen members of the focus group were anything but focused. the Face of Everyman tried desperately to capture their attention; but alas their thoughts wandered. The venerable sage wondered why he even bothered to invent stuff like: unbreakable shoe laces and ever-sharp steak knives. No body seemed to give a damn.