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.
Hunger
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.
Focus Group
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. 
Disaster
The Wedding was a complete disaster. The Groom locked himself in the bathroom crying and wouldn’t come out. The Bride’s Mother cut the cake and told everyone to grab some and leave. Cummerbund grabbed a mouthful but found it so dry he had to soak it. the Face of Everyman vowed not to officiate at another wedding nor cater one. Profit margins at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were thin. What was he going to do with three unused Swag Bags?
Memory Care
Pasco wasn’t sure what to do or say. The RV was all gassed up and ready for that long road trip following retirement and Ethel brings home nesting material. the face of Everyman offered to care for the feather while Ethel was gone. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a special dry storage unit. The staff at the Memory Care Unit were against the trip but relented when her Meds seemed to be working.
Class Photo
It was to be a simple class photo but nothing went right. No one wanted to line up and face the camera. The twins thought that they should be in front. The Montetorkie School at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was for the gifted children of long term residents; which meant two broods or more in the same calendar year. the Face of Everyman tried to keep it all straight but his data base crashed during last weeks lightning storm. The copy in the Cloud was spotty. 
Employment
the Face of Everyman was sorry to tell The Masked Marvel that management had decided not to stage anymore wrestling at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Perhaps if he played a musical instrument, such as the Accordion, there was an opening in the Polka band. The venerable sage never like placing square pegs into round holes.
Soccer Moms
A few of the Soccer Moms brought their winning team Fawns to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for Pizza Cracked Corn. In a way the Face of Everyman was pleased; the kindly ol’ pensioner seemed to buy moldy corn. The song birds would have none of it. The detritus lay about until consumed by snails and slugs or a casual visit by deer. 
Whitewash
Thinking it a plausible cover story Griswold maintained that his white feathers were from helping Tom Sawyer whitewash Aunt Polly’s fence. the Face of Everyman was sure that there was not a sack of whitewash in the entire Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Some well meaning folks whitewashed every rock in sight. The venerable sage wasn’t going to allow that to happen to him.
Car Keys
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa staged a concert in the meadow near the resort. About 2 AM Ripley breaks thru the Security system to seek the aid of the Face of Everyman. It seems that “Rip” had lost his car keys in the meadow grass and hoped that the venerable sage could use some sort of mental gymnastics to help find them. “Check the bottom of your day pack.” Was the Ancient’s drowsy response.
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