Golden Handshake

The proceedings were taking unusually long.  the Face of Everyman’s contract for service and management with the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was up for renewal.  Already the usual suspects were starting to spread ugly rumors.  Surely his distinguished career wouldn’t suddenly end with just the Golden Handshake.

Inaugural 5K Run

Krebsbach had signed up for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa inaugural Nocturnal 5K Run. In truth, all he really wanted was the Tee-shirt.  As he passed the Face of Everyman on the home stretch he was tempted to drop out.  The shirts were already on sale, half off.

Spray

The exuberance of new arrivals to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is often a bit much.  As seen above the security camera catches an English Starling finding great joy in a cool bath.  the Face of Everyman tries to tolerate the indifference shown this guest.  It’s boorish behavior is legendary.

Boredom

The ol’ Pensioner’s Almanac failed to mention the almost catastrophic high tide that would occur on this date at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  However it did bring out the usual gawkers.  No one mentioned anything about rescue efforts on behalf of the Face of Everyman but rather how high would the tide go.  At last the water showed signs of receding and boredom set in.

Dinner Cruises

Cranston was bored.  Hanging out, waiting for the ladies to catch up wasn’t much fun.  the Face of Everyman assured him that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a jumping place Memorial Day and beyond.  Cranston asked about the evening dinner cruises.  The venerable sage was bit evasive about that as the boat had been dry dock several years and there seemed no end in sight.  “We’ll see” was his best response.

The Visitor

Clan Leader of Crow Local #313 paid a courtesy call on the Face of Everyman.  He suggested that Everyman provide better food to those clan members who nested in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and surrounding area.  Before leaving, Clan Leader reiterated that this was but a suggestion not muscle.

Woodpecker

Cynthia stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to visit with the Face of Everyman   She explained that she and Dexter had been creating a nest for this years brood.  She hoped to call on the venerable sage again soon if only Dexter would keep his agreement to incubate.  He kept slipping off to the casino.

Ever Watchful

Melissa was as quiet as she could be.  She left her nest in the vast forest of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and sought a quick drink and a vegan wrap.  Before departing her eyes searched the perimeter area for the evil Brown-headed Cowbird.  A wink from the Face of Everyman indicated it was “All clear” never the less she flew home by a circuitous route.