Barney was always the first to spread a conspiracy theory. Today he shared his latest with the Face of Everyman: A black ops unit had changed the feed and seed that the kindly ol’ pensioner was using to entice song birds into camera range. His proof was that the bait now contained tree nuts, peanuts and dried fruit. Surely the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa must have gone to the dark side and had access to unlimited funds. The venerable sage would neither confirm nor deny the truth of the matter.
Gypsy
Gwendoline had been shopping the boutiques and consignment stores for a smaller set of wings. She is seen modeling her best choice for the Face of Everyman. These will be her costume for a retrospective blackout sequence honoring that great Broadway headliner Gypsy Rose Lee. The theater at the Foggy Bottoms Resort is SRO. She is booked right after retrospectives of the Marx Brothers and W.C. Fields.
Dahlia Time
Double Dating
No party was sure what was the proper thing to do. The dating service had extended Henry’s invitation for lunch at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to both young ladies. What was supposed to be a cozy meet & greet was now a threesome. the Face of Everyman had a vast library of protocols but none fit this specific situation. Henry fled and got a partial refund from the dating service.
Famine
The Trixster once again has broken thru the defenses of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above he stares transfixed at the Cabana Huts expecting a feast of songbird to emerge. Luckily it is too early for any guests to be swimming laps. the Face of Everyman remained mute but noted the poor condition of the marauding beast.
Romance
Glamour
Erlene posed for over a hundred glamour shots in the early morning hours at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She wanted a provocative pose to share with her new online contact Billy Bob. the Face of Everyman furnished contraband cigarettes for several takes meant to be sexy but they quickly unraveled. In the end it was all for nought. Billy Bob was searching for a nest builder. Someone to extend his legacy down thru the ages. Besides his condo had a non-smoking deed restriction.
Swamp Water
Cyril had seen better days; elite hotels where Perrier with a Ph of 5 was the drink de jure. After the market crashed he took to drinking from public fountains; perhaps free diving for small change. He was in total shock when he drank thirstily at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The traveler’s guide book prepared by the Face of Everyman gave no hint as to the swamp water pigswill a refined guest would encounter. The clinic staff assured Cyril that he did not need a Tetanus booster shot.
Night Stalker
The Trixster had changed his route and timing. As the clock on the old bell tower of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa stuck the hour of Eleven the menace of fluffy household pets and other small mammals roved at will. He was careful to keep a respectable distance between himself and the Face of Everyman. He would deal with that artfully carved chunk of basalt some other time. For now, the hunt was on.
Game Show
Bob and Ethel won an all expense paid vacation at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on a national TV game show. Unfortunately their booking coincided with an outbreak of Avian Flu. Most of the staff was in strict quarantine. the Face of Everyman was immune and became their most boring constant companion. By late afternoon they had heard all of his Shakespearean Jokes.

