Accidents seldom occur but when Mrs Murphy left the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Eye Clinic; her new Trifocal Readers caused her to mis-step. the Face of Everyman had warned her about her choices; she should have gotten the sunglasses for outside wear.
Panther
Once again, Panther had broken her parole by entering the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The six month moratorium banning her from trespass had not expired. the Face of Everyman admonished her that the next step would be a bell around her neck. (Previous electronic ankle monitors had proved useless.) 
Prostheses
Hoppin’ John paid a recent visit to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He was the national spokesperson for folks with peg legs. Much of the time he didn’t wear his prosthesis; he deemed it too heavy and it caused him to fly in circles. the Face of Everyman assured him that a team of engineers were working on a feather-lite Carbon Fiber prosthetic. John could be wearing a test model as soon as next week.
Toupee
Male Pattern Baldness has always been a taboo subject in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. That is, until the Face of Everyman formed a MPB Support Group. It’s numbers grew slowly. Now some of the founding members have gone on to National Headquarters. The venerable sage felt good about this achievement. On Trash Day he threw out his toupee.
Aliens
The Alien ship landed near the boundary of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They had some unpleasant work to do in the neighborhood. After a brief exchange of diplomatic credentials with the Face of Everyman they concluded their task. On parting, they were nonplussed to learn that the nearest public restroom for Aliens was 4 light years away on Alpha Centauri.
Secrets
Recess at the Montetorkie School meant sharing secrets. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a turbulent hot spot of half truths and made up stuff. the Face of Everyman could not recall how many times one youngster had confided in another: “Bobby likes Sally.” By noon recess cafeteria workers got to hear the flip side: “Sally likes Bobby.” The venerable sage looked forward to his Aperol aperitif with lunch.
Tears of Joy
For all of his life, due to a clerical error, Mullard had been without a Guardian Angel. If only the GA had checked back for a new assignment at HQ near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, Mullard’s life would have been so much different. At last he was under a protective umbrella. He would stop drinking and look for a job with benefits; perhaps even start a family. This happy ending brought tears of joy to the eyes of the Face of Everyman.
Trove
Beauregard wasn’t the first to be lured by the myth of the fresh water Abalone. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed rife with stories suggesting treasure, lost mines and unmarked sites of gravity gone wrong. the Face of Everyman had already called in a work order on righting several cabana huts mysteriously toppled during the night.
Kitchen Midden
Uncle Walt scourers the local kitchen middens for scrapes of food to round out the modest diet offered by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He brings today’s find to show the Face of Everyman as well as soak the gristle. The picked over bone is left for the Raccoons as a ransom payment and to assure their pledge that they not raid the nests of Crows. 
Plus Size
the Face of Everyman was always a bit alarmed when some of the largest mammals visited the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Tho’ Miss Molly was the most genteel of creatures her sheer size gave the venerable sage pause for thought.
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