Moms were good about bringing their newborns by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to register for the Census. the Face of Everyman was keeping a good tally. He hoped that a whole new seat would represent this vast sanctuary.
Gradually the staff hypnotherapist was able to find the source of the frightful nightmares suffered by the Face of Everyman. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had excellent health care benefits.
Not Panther couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being followed. Surely in this sanctuary thugs wouldn’t try anything. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was known as a peaceful place. She decided to check-in with the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage validated her feelings. She was always under surveillance. Always would be.
Bucko Billy, First Mate of the hell ship Pride of Wallingford, stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to wish the Face of Everyman “Happy Father’s Day”. He took this opportunity to check on his prosthetic leg which had been on back order for months. The venerable sage was too choked up with emotions to give a coherent response.
At his editors urging Benji, Cub reporter on the village paper agreed to meet with an informant. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was having financial issues and Corporate was evasive about answers. The voice from the deep shadows repeated an old Mantra: “Follow the money.” Luckily the Face of Everyman slept thru the entire assignation.
Lester yelled down to his buddy, “Hey check out this cool pad.” the Face of Everyman shuddered while trying to remember that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was open to all creatures; even the hoi polloi. Returning to his nap took longer than usual, even for the venerable sage.
Hugo arrived early, as soon as the Face of Everyman showed signs of being present. Summer working hours varied throughout the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Hugo was here to file Missing Pigeon Reports. Names and dates were left blank for now. The venerable sage tucked them away in the same folder as UFO sightings. Few MPRs were ever completed.
the face of Everyman was offering free glamour shots for Montetorkie School grads with a 4.0 GPA. Temperance had her hair styled just before commencement. Boys posed with a Frisbee or Lacrosse stick. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa wasn’t sure that there would be a Fall semester. One best get their photo before Summer lock down.
the Face of Everyman could not believe the series of misfortunes that seemed to befall the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage saw his Golden Handshake from corporate disappear; as from the corner of his eye he witnessed the OSHA inspector fall on slippery pavement. Luckily the clinic was open and first responders on duty. The head office received a letter from OSHA suggesting that warning signs be erected and a safety railing ring the entire pool.
It was with mixed feelings that the Face of Everyman filed the mid-June census report of pigeons residing in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage was secretly pleased that their numbers reflected one less free loader than last report.
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