Nest building begins early in this remote spot on the Pacific Flyway. Seen above, Henrietta is off before dawn to scour the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She is looking for prime nesting materials: spider web, moss, and lichen. Closer to home anything soft and spongy and maybe squirrel fur would be a nice find. the Face of Everyman keeps a bundle of select Kurillan Bobtail cat hair ready for any emergency should expectant Moms not have the nest ready in time.
Daylight Savings Time
Mr. Rasmussen from Time Keeping and Accounts came down from Corporate to discreetly remind the Face of Everyman to reset his inner clock forward one hour to Pacific Flyway Daylight Savings Time. The venerable sage was always amazed that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa relied on clocks when the brilliant Sun was the key to everything. He would admit however, that every four years that extra day confused him a bit. He wished now that he hadn’t thrown away that Mayan calendar. He liked things that were set in stone.
Raspberry
Once again Hercules surmounted the state of the art security system protecting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Audio forensics determined that this Criminal Mastermind was actually showing his disdain for Law and Order by giving the camera the feline equivalent of the Bronx Cheer. the Face of Everyman vowed that strong measures would be taken should Hercules ever be apprehended and brought to justice.
Noli turbare circulos meos!
Young Milo was preparing his TED talk to be hosted by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He had chosen the topic “Archimedes and the Origin of Circles.” the Face of Everyman helped Milo give a truly dynamic presentation with the loan of a few faded slides taken by the venerable sage of the ancient Greek mathematician and astronomer; recording his most creative period.
Avalanche Rescue
This morning’s snow shower was brief but of such intensity it triggered the call up of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Mountain Avalanche Rescue Team. The snow had almost melted by the time they were suited up for duty. the Face of Everyman had them report to the Golf Course Greens-keeper to collect lost orange golf balls in anticipation of tomorrow’s forecast snow.
Surfer Dude
No trumpets blared, no flags waved, but everyone knew that Havelock, the Golden Boy, had returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His body sculpted, his tone a golden hue; he looked every bit the Champion. He had conquered the Banzai pipeline. Even the venerable sage the Face of Everyman held him in awe. He’d be hanging out at the Resort for a few weeks teaching Hula Dancing to the matrons who had time for such a thing. Then off to Boomerang Beach or other some exotic place for the Men’s Long-board Open.
Crawdad Caller
Uncle Louie was a renown Crawdad Caller. The family sought out his unique skills to prove once and for all the question of crawdads in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Unca’ Louie would start with a low moan and work up to a piercing shriek. Supposedly this would cause any fresh water crayfish to rise to the surface for an easy harvest. About then the Face of Everyman awoke with a start. If they’d only asked, he could have told them.
Mohs of Six
Time and again guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had been asked not to feed the Sea Birds. They were predacious and threatened everyone in the sanctuary. A mere french fry carelessly discarded was enough to attract their attention. the Face of Everyman was unnaturally frightened of these creatures even though he himself possessed a Mohs hardness of Six. He was on the verge of trembling but he knew not to show fear in their presence.
Mushrooms
the Face of Everyman suspected that Benji had gotten hold of some exotic mushrooms, or, more likely, stale peanuts. In a wide-eyed ghoulish state he kept trying to push off the Olympic size pool at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as if it were a row boat. The venerable sage attempted to thwart Benji’s efforts with all the magnetic power at his disposal. After all, he didn’t want to be found on some far off tropical island bobbing face down in the surf.
Lock Down
Cletis had received his concealed carry permit and as anyone with the mind of a fourteen year old he wanted to impress the Face of Everyman with his quick draw skills. One thing led to another and the young lad had fanned off six rounds in the blink of an eye. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa remained on lock down until Tuesday after lunch.
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