The bus from the orphanage dropped off Daphne for her first day at the Montetorkie School. the Face of Everyman welcomed her to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and gave her words of encouragement to help her on this day of new beginnings. His own first day had been chaotic; inside a lava tube at the base of a volcano. Chalk hadn’t been invented yet and the heat had been almost unbearable.
Elitist Appeal
After a hard day in court the Judge would find comfort in the distinctive soda water leaking up from the secret underground laboratory of the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage pretended that soda water was a natural occurrence in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He had hoped to bottle this sparkling effervescence but was waiting till he had the right label, one with elitist appeal, for proper marketing.
Five Kits
Mom has upset the eco-balance at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This morning she set out with all five of her Kits on a sort of meet and greet tour. At this stop Madalynn got to meet the Face of Everyman as well as wash up a bit. Not seen are: Harold, Cletus, Sophie and Yvon. The kindly ol’ pensioner can be sure that the new family will be back; almost nightly. Mom has till September to teach them everything they’ll need to know as adults.
Ennui
Only Barnstorming Billy had signed up for the 4th of July fly over. In fact, a general lack of interest was the root cause of the Face of Everyman cancelling most of the festivities. Free food furnished by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa brought out a lot of the community. Sack races and miniature golf were the biggest events. The venerable sage would rather it had rained.
Happy Fourth
Panther took perverse delight in choosing the path to the Mall that led thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Klaxons clanged and sirens wailed; announcing the intruder. It was a great start to the Fourth Of July. Poor the Face of Everyman his adrenaline would keep pumping for hours.
Spring of Eternal Giving
Bambi crept forward slowly to see if she could determine the cause. The Spring of Eternal Giving had somehow stopped. The sacred waters were the very lifeblood of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Even the Face of Everyman was alarmed. Flow recommenced by Noon and the guests all had a good laugh at themselves over their exaggerated concerns.
Boris
Boris was back trying to patch things up with Anastasia. She had been aloof to his advances and may have actually checked out of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman could not discuss the comings and goings of guests however he was not above recommending The Old Village Inn to those who wanted to escape the noise of late night pool parties and raucous Bingo games in the Casino.
Sock Hop
Saturdays at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was the nationally televised Sock Hop dance party. The dress code was fairly rigid. Often, however unfair, the Face of Everyman had to draw the line. Poor Jokul, he never really understood the clean and dry dress code concept.
The Audit
the Face of Everyman didn’t know what to believe. These two jokers arrive at the crack of dawn claiming to be auditors sent by Corporate to check the books of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. These two knew their stuff. The invoice for two hundred bit coin worth of illegal fireworks was the their first discovery. The audit went down hill from there. Once again the venerable sage felt his Golden Handshake slipping from his grasp. To say nothing of his renown grand 4th of July fireworks display.
Lost In Time
the Face of Everyman regretted that he hadn’t given that nice Calendar Watch to young Darcy for graduation. Here he was in broad daylight foraging around the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa well past his bedtime. It was only 4 books of S&H Green Stamps™ down at the village store and his dear Mom had left him scads of full books when she passed.
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