Philby was emphatic in denouncing those who sought to have his client’s tax forms released. He chose the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as a symbolic site of liberty to state his case. the Face of Everyman was always curious as to which of the guests every filed an income tax return.
DSL Outage
Walter was beside himself with alarm. The DSL serving the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was down. His ISP wouldn’t return his calls. The internet outage effected his whole being and way of life. Walter didn’t find solace when the Face of Everyman recounted that once when he was Station Master in a remote spot along the Pony Express route he ran out of fresh horses. The U.S. Mail didn’t move for two whole days.
Please, Mom . . .
Rocky, Jr. pleaded with his Mom. He didn’t want to go home. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had the best garbage cans and the freshest water for miles around. Mom wasn’t hearing any excuses. She was afraid that the Face of Everyman would give Junior some uppity ideas about earning a living and paying taxes.
Golf
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa held their annual championship golf tournament every year about this time. The heavy hitters lead Saturday’s group. First to tee off, seen upper left, is Blackie Red Wing, next is Speckie Star and lastly seen lower right is Cowboy Brownie. Not seen is the vast field of spectators. the Face of Everyman was nearly overwhelmed sponsoring such a large popular event.
Play Dates
Edna stopped by to ask if it would be okay to bring her new Fawn to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for play dates with the other new Mothers with Fawns. the Face of Everyman considered the request and then asked that she made sure everyone looked where they stepped; little songbirds might be under foot.
Audit
the Face of Everyman thought perhaps these two were Guardian Angels coming to help an ailing member of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. But no, it turns out that the Venerable Sage himself was under audit by the IRS. He just had time to hide the 2nd set of books.
Largesse
The munificence of the kindly ol’ pensioner had negative results. His largesse could not be consumed by all the songbirds, crows and squirrels the visited the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Thus to the horror of the Face of Everyman a rat would visit in the dark of night and feast upon the fermenting grains and dry dusty seeds. The venerable sage would have to come up with a solution as to how to eliminate this unconsumed bounty before there became an infestation of Biblical proportions.
Stood Up
Rob wasn’t sure what time he had told Elizabeth to meet him at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; but, clearly he was alone. the Face of Everyman waited a few minutes and then pointed out to Rob that this week was Spring Break and all the teachers and students of the Montetorkie school were on a mini-vacation. The Cafe would be open till two if he was hungry.
April Fools
the Face of Everyman assured Randy that the water flowing from the Spring of Perpetual Happiness tasted like Honeysuckle Nectar. Randy drank some and immediately realized that he was the butt of an April Fool’s joke. The venerable sage used that gag every year.
Hungry Crows
That nice couple, Posie and Milo, who booked in to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa last week started to show their true colors. They morphed into Bonnie and Clyde; one of them accused the Face of Everyman of being in cahoots with the kindly ol’ pensioner and not putting out enough seed and grain. The venerable sage took the harangue in stride and suggested that they look for orts in the neighborhood or check out the alley behind the pet store in the village. Sweepings often contained sunflower seeds and exotic grains.
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