A rare case of Whirling Disorder was reported by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Family Clinic. A gene was expressing itself among a few family members from a remote part of the Pacific Flyway. As music played those afflicted began to whirl. the Face of Everyman took copious notes in preparation for yet another scholarly paper.
Football Pool
Clancy was urging the Face of Everyman to place wagers in his Thanksgiving Day Football Pool. A modest fifty cent wager on each of the several holiday games could reap big payouts the furry gamester persisted. On weekends the venerable sage made full use of Foggy Bottoms Corporate Cray super-computers. Clancy was asked to return this afternoon after the printouts had been analyzed. A discrete call to Las Vegas would guide the ancient one in his final choices. 
Coyote
Technical difficulties prevent this Blogger from offering an informative caption for today’s post. Instead, a file photo from the archives of the security branch of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman authenticates this photo to be of a Coyote. 
Angel of Death
A specter appeared in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; was this the angel of death? the Face of Everyman interpreted this fleeting vision as no more than a confused guest flying too close to the security camera. There had been no recent reports of untimely deaths. Had there? 
Singer Waiter
the Face of Everyman interviewed applicants for Singing Waitperson for the holiday season at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Johnny Dark Eyes vowed that he knew Christmas Carols, Auld Lang Syne and of course, Happy Birthday. He needed this job. He reported to his parole officer next week. When asked to sing “Jingle Bells” or “White Christmas” Johnny choked. Nothing came out, but a squawk. He signed on as Swing Shift Dishwasher and Scullery attendant. “God, Rest ye merry gentleman . . .” 
Twins
Bobby and Billy were twins. For them being twins was awkward. They always dressed alike and finished each others sentences. They weren’t the only pair in the the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and the Face of Everyman had been collecting data on each group. His monograph was due to be presented at a world conference in Oslo in the Spring.
Testimony
Natasha had been subpoenaed to testify although she wasn’t sure what a telephone was. the Face of Everyman had agreed to be at her side thru out her testimony. Luckily the Committee had not budgeted for hearings as far a field as the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She and the venerable sage were excused. 
Passports
Under new guide lines renewals of expired Passports required personal interviews. The Immigration Officer bombarded the Face of Everyman with a myriad of questions. The venerable sage tried to explain that he had come south to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa during the last Ice Age. Surely ten thousand years or more qualified him under DACA. “Aren’t we all dreamers?” The ancient one asked. Passport renewed . . .
Entitlement
Civilities fell by the wayside when Senior swimmer workouts collided with Adult Lap swim. the Face of Everyman had left a fifteen minute space on the schedule but, as every guest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa felt themselves special, those precious minutes were absorbed. The venerable sage was always surprised at the venomous language spewed by little old ladies. 
Night Stalker
A rare glimpse of Strig the bounty hunter. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa shrouded in dense fog did not keep this stalwart from staying on task and ridding the area of small mammals. After a brief respite and a quick report to the Face of Everyman this quiet killer was off. 
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