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. 
Crack O’ Dawn
Cheeky woke the Face of Everyman; asking if he could watch the Congressional hearings on the Jumbotron. Corporate at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa normally reserved the use of this huge TV display for sporting events as well as the Miss Avian Beauty Pageant. Okay. The venerable sage deemed this an opportunity for a “civic minded” sporting event.
Diet
The Corvus family had won the contract to clean up after the late night movie at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen below is Papa Corvus offering the Face of Everyman some choice fluffy tidbits of pop corn. The venerable sage declined as it was time for his health tonic: Benedictine D.O.M. To be sure Everyman held to an uncompromisingly strict dietary regimen. 
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