the Face of Everyman was intrigued when the Rockefeller twins, Landon and Brandon asked to borrow two Bitcoins in order to attend Philanthropy School here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Asked why they needed to attend school on such a matter. Answer: “So we won’t give our money to rich people.” The venerable sage would think about it; long enough for them to forget that they had asked.
Usual Suspects
There were no eye witnesses to the slaughter of this poor pigeon. It is not an uncommon occurrence at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In fact, their reduction in numbers had been chronicled by the Face of Everyman. His census reports indicate a high of twenty pigeons in the flock two months ago to a new low of five birds this past week. The venerable sage wrote a generic obituary to be published in the village newspaper. No memorial has been planned. Hawks were named as the usual suspects.
Free Range
The Food Bank at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had opened early to accommodate those headed to the nearby village to march in solidarity. Cheeky was always miffed when the free range moochers took advantage of such an opportunity and helped themselves. the Face of Everyman tried to explain that the food was meant guests of the resort. His words went unheeded.
Watchwords
the Face of Everyman viewed with alarm the pugilistic stance that Battling Billy seemed to have chosen. Was the venerable sage in any danger? Probably not, but civility and decorum were watchwords not buzzwords at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Deus ex machina
Many wonders occur at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above, as caught on a high tech security camera, a hand reaches down and re-positions the Face of Everyman. Was it a merciful act by the kindly ol’ pensioner? Or just a bit of theater?
Safe Conduct Pass
Panther had been given a safe conduct pass to cross thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She had explained to the Face of Everyman that she was on her way to the big city to demonstrate and march with others. The venerable sage extracted her promise to beg the kindly ol’ pensioner to reset his face to the camera. He was at a poor camera angle; one which lacked cinematic appeal to his fans.
Rukus
Management of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa called in a Pinkerton Agent to look into last night’s ruckus. It seems that the Raccoons had broken in and once again bullied the Face of Everyman, twirling him around and around leaving him out of place and out of sorts. The venerable sage could offer no more than a vague description of the perps inasmuch as they all wore masks. Yet another cold case.
Fish and Chips
Oberon had just completed his MBA and was sharing ideas with the Face of Everyman about which enterprise he might be best suited. The guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had about everything they might want. The two minds briefly considered a Fish & Chips shop but then the fear of unruly Sea Gulls or Crows stealing the product nixed that idea. Oberon ended up being content with chasing his cousins up, down and around the stately trees on the vast grounds of the resort.
A Modest Gift
It was always a uncomfortable time for the Face of Everyman when the auditors descended on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage had used creative bookkeeping to make things look right, “all proper” as they say. But these guys were expert bean counters. No ledger was so artfully cross-indexed that they couldn’t spot the flaw. However, each left with a bottle of Old Crow Kentucky Bourbon; a modest gift from a grateful franchise manager.
Anxiety
the Face of Everyman was startled awake because of his re-occurring nightmare. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was rarely visited by sea birds. Curiosity could be the only reason this enormous creature landed here. The venerable sage hoped that if he closed his eyes the monster would disappear. He promised himself that he would seek help for his PTSD. He couldn’t deal with this anxiety much longer.
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