The Old Sarge had lost his tail in some long forgotten battle. He never participated in the Memorial Day parades sponsored by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Veterans Post 209. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to ask questions when he served our hero his free drink; after all it wasn’t some kind of disability; it was just a raccoon tail. Probably it was on the radio antenna of some kid’s hot rod.
Baseball gained new prominence during the lock down for Avian Flu. Seen above is “Shoe less” Robespierre sliding in to home plate at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Sports Arena. Less than ten players in each dugout and social distancing practices met all the requirements. the Face of Everyman kept score and dreamed of a road trip with the wining team.
Chaos was rampant in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Those on reduced rations were forced to forage. Guests were unwilling to share the buffet. The riotous behavior of the Raccoons had left the Face of Everyman askew. The venerable sage reckoned that it would be up to the kindly ol’ pensioner to once more establish law and order in this fabled land. 
the Face of Everyman was working on a secret means to make birds disappear. He had seen it done many times on YouTube. He concentrated on the rude Pigeons that flocked to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He knew that all he had to say was a few words like: “Abracadabra”, “Bobs your Uncle”, and “Alakazam”. As seen below, the subject is beginning to dissolve. The ancient one is on the right track.
Chucky showed genuine concern. The DSL for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had been out all day for technical updates. As night fall neared he repeatedly asked the Face of Everyman for the latest from Tech Support. Sob! No, no. There would be no streaming of Netflix© movies this night. 
the Face of Everyman was taking auditions for his The Theater in the Park at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Young actors were eager for the part of Othello. Some sought to be cast as Iago. Poor Desdemona had to have stand ins at regular half hour intervals. The venerable sage hoped his leading lady would last beyond dress rehearsal. 
When despair and sheltering fatigue reached a peak in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa a new leader appeared promising them that there was nothing to fear from gathering to drink, dance and party. The Very Reverend Baal proclaimed that he was here to provide leadership in troubled times. the Face of Everyman scoffed. He was there the first time this scam was pulled. He railed against it; but few listened. He was dragged into the Conga line until he escaped at his bus stop.
Little Avery started to become troublesome. Dad decided to bring him to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to seek employment. A summer job would be just the thing to straighten him out. Dad’s timing was poor. Staff were being laid off and a strict hiring freeze was in place. the face of Everyman concluded that Avery must go on being Avery.
Ambrose took it as an honest mistake. After all, twin sisters look alike. That’s not what Salome wanted to hear. Desdemona shrugged it off as a bit of flirtatious nonsense. She knew that there would be another wave of “hot” single guys headed for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa any day now. the Face of Everyman hoped that neither sister would ask him questions. He was off the clock for another fifteen minutes.
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