Confused by Federal Guidelines most guests left their masks behind. the Face of Everyman, fearing that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would become the new hot spot in this paradise of resorts tried to hand out masks. There were few takers.
Spiky looked back to see that the door to the time portal was closed. He was now in the realm of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had advised him to stay close, out of the way of the Big Guys till well after the next full moon; the Harvest moon. Being a sparring partner was one thing. To challenge Bambi’s father was another.
Kennewick was a “dreamer”. As the scion of immigrants he was sensitive to the slights from others. Even the desk clerk when he booked in to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa almost ignored him. the Face of Everyman smiled, but put off conversation until tomorrow. It was hard to find something to like in a European Starling.
Security cameras alerted the folks sheltered at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa that their food stuffs were again under attack by that dastardly gang: the North Sound Roof Runners. Seen above is Reynaldo, a recent champion at the European Parkour trials. He seems caught between two unsure moves. Can he return to the tree and start over? The camera failed to record his final choice.
One day, this guy shows up at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa claiming to perform any service from weddings to exorcisms. the Face of Everyman tried to explain that most guests lived their lives with a basic faith and thus few needed an exorcism or a nest consecrated. The venerable sage took his business card and promised to call if such thorny situations arose.
Audubon Club members were delighted to see the first verified sighting of a Yellow Caped Apple Grabber. Folks soon flocked to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to capture a photo themselves. Of course, in doing so they trampled all of the Face of Everyman’s rhubarb crop.
The Class Reunion left a lot to be desired. Social distancing kept the usual hugs and tears from happening. 2019 had been a great year at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Guests shared family statistics and travel highlights while flocking. the Face of Everyman was the Master of Ceremonies but even he ran short of banter. The event was over by sundown.
Mullard had redeemed enough books of S & H Green Stamps to allow his family to monopolize the pool at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for an hour. the Face of Everyman was sure that it was the longest hour he had ever endured.
Half asleep the Face of Everyman could hear the voice of a Cat whispering something like:”Follow the money.” The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had its share of conspiracy theories; but the venerable sage couldn’t put the pieces together in his deep dream state. A bit of auto hypnosis was called for to resolve this intrigue.
Ordway has joined the Fencing Club at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. With the Face of Everyman as his coach he was sure to win at State next weekend. Seen above, Ordway is practicing his lunge followed by his thrust and parry.
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