The visitor held something in his mouth in an attempt to disguise his thick European accent but the Face of Everyman was not to be fooled by this villainous character. Tho’ he acted nonchalant, this demon from Hell was not welcome at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage ignored the menace until he flew off. Gone now; but would return in vast hordes sometime soon.
Twist and Shout
Little Wilbur wasn’t sure he believed the Face of Everyman’s explanation as to how he ended up askew. It went something like this: while leading a group of Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa guests in a joyous sing a long, at the part where you do “Twist and Shout”; the venerable sage avers that he did twist and indeed shout: “Ouch!”
Tryouts
Pacific Flyway DST
Pop Inspections
Drones
Things have changed at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Management has introduced drone security. Wealthy parents can now let their children frolic safely under the watchful eye of a team of security agents with the so called “eye in the sky” state of the art drone. the Face of Everyman saw that such spending by guests was becoming the new norm. What next? Robot nannies?
Big Kids
Data Breach
Nesting Time
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.




