Slips

Little Timmy forgot the rules about running along the promenade at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Seen above he slips and falls face first into the pristine waters.  the Face of Everyman had long ago given up trying to correct the behavior of these fledglings.  Of course, Timmy’s parents were nowhere to been seen.

Ergo ipso facto

Filbert was confused by the news that Star fish were dying and thus allowing Sea Urchins to proliferate and kill off forests of sea weed.  In any case he wanted to check on his trove of fresh water abalone; native only to these waters.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a sanctuary; the taking fresh water abalone was prohibited.   the Face of Everyman applied his situational ethics algorithm: He himself had never seen one; ergo ipso facto one cannot poach something that doesn’t exist.

Oracle of Delphi

Honeywell came to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to explore support for his candidacy.  The Oracle of Delphi was rumored to reside hereabouts.  When he put the question to Pythia, she gave no immediate response.  the Face of Everyman’s shocked and dumbfounded look should have been all he needed to know.

Gastronomic Delights

State Fish and Wildlife inspectors were dumbfounded to realize that Rocky was actually washing his peanut butter sandwich.  They replayed the footage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security camera again and again.  It was the Face of Everyman who verified their findings.  Orts had drifted his way and channeled his dreams into a series of gastronomic delights.

Trouble

Conspiracy theories are rampant in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Friends and family members are reluctant to be seen talking.  Seen above, the twins Hobby and Bobby who converse only in the presence of the unimpeachable sage, the Face of Everyman.  Will these troubling times ever end?

Eulogy

Father Robin gave an impromptu generic eulogy on behalf of the unknown pigeon whose precious life was cut short by the Hawk earlier this week.  the Face of Everyman maintained a small slush fund to cover such contingencies as the two paid mourners and to provide a small honorarium for the good Father.  Truly, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa takes care of its own.

Sprouting

Cheeky was beside himself.  Because of unseasonably warm temperatures here on the Pacific Flyway all of his carefully cached nuts were sprouting.  He relied on these for food during the long cold dark months of Winter.  After reviewing all options, the Face of Everyman agreed to make room in his pantry and storage locker at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa by shipping more truffles to exporters and corner the highly competitive off season market.

Algal Bloom

the Face of Everyman knew the diagnosis even before the young staff doctor made his pronouncement: contact dermatitis.  A high tide coupled with high winds had driven an Algal Bloom right to the very spot inhabited by the venerable sage.  It would take almost superhuman efforts by the kindly ol’ pensioner to return these waters to their pristine condition and magical pH number.  It might be time to drain the swamp.