Nectar

Lulu-belle brought her complaints directly to the Face of Everyman.  There needs to be more flowers grown near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  She shouldn’t be expected to raise a family on the nectar set out in feeders.  That stuff was mostly colored dreck.  The venerable sage wasn’t sure how he was involved but promised the young mother that he would look into the matter.  Perhaps the florist shop in the posh arcade had something more nourishing than a wilted corsage.  He could hope.

Portrait

the Face of Everyman had interrupted his own projects to honor a promise that he had made to Carlotta. She needed her portrait painted before she was sworn into her new office as village mayor.  The folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were proud that one of their own had been elected to such a high office.  However, largesse was not a word in Carlotta’s vocabulary.

Coyote

Peripheral security cameras seldom catch items of interest.  However, this instance of a coyote penetrating the outermost ring of detection devices gives cause for alarm for the Face of Everyman and guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Perhaps this urban scavenger is searching for Thanksgiving leftovers?

Twins

The Bergdorf twins were different than most folks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Seen above they are practicing speaking in pig Latin under water.  Only the venerable sage, the Face of Everyman is able to comprehend their regional dialect

Hero and Leander

Hero has sent Leander searching the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for soft nesting materials.  the face of Everyman tries to warn Leander that Neptune is lurking to attack him.  The venerable sage is able to distract the Royal Denizen of the Deep just long enough for Leander to escape.  Upon arriving home he presents his find to Hero, his lovely sweetheart, and burst into song: “Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home.”  Curtain closes.  The Resort guests rise to a standing ovation for this ground breaking re-telling of an ancient classic.

Haiku

The annual Writer’s Conference at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa took a brief mid-morning break.  the Face of Everyman was astonished to overhear that they were not free from the rapid fire prompts of the conference setting but must converse solely in the 5-7-5 structure of Haiku, responses must be in Latin, Classical Greek or Esperanto.  The venerable sage wept as he recalled his high times on the isle of Mykonos.

AMA

Belasco had read every medical journal in the vast library housed at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa: NEJM, The Lancet, JAMA, to name just a few.  No where did he find studies of Squirrels being allergic to peanuts; yet what could account for his stuffy nose and strange coloring?  The problem seemed beyond the ken of the Face of Everyman, he was flummoxed and speechless.

Ion Infuser

Addison was accustomed to pure filtered glacier water further enhanced with electrolytes and micro-clustered ions. This stuff at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa did not measure up.  The Ph was off the charts as far as she could tell.  the Face of Everyman pretended not to notice the noisy visitor.  He thought about investing in an ion infuser but he was way over budget this quarter.  The Board would remember this lack of judgement when it came time to discuss his Golden Handshake.