Once again, under the cover of darkness, a cadre of highly trained marauders struck at the very heart of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. By diverting recirculation water meant for the Spring of Eternal Giving the vast lagoon was emptied before sunrise. the Face of Everyman awoke only when he felt a cold draft on his bottom.
Meditation
Yesterday there was a comedy of errors committed by the kindly ol’ pensioner. Not one camera captured the rain of biblical proportions that occurred nor the reaction of any guest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. So you are to be treated to a popular archival image of a guest enjoying the spa created by the William Wallace Memorial Stone. The stone often replaces the Face of Everyman when he is called away to serve in Her Majesty’s Secret Service. Coincidentally both stones were carved by the same gifted, but, reclusive artist.
Triple Jump
The Summer games at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa featured a few unlikely efforts. Seen above is Timothy Rostenkowski going for his best in the hop, step and jump. the Face of Everyman resigned himself to be the jumping off spot during this contest. Judges would review the video of every attempt to assure that no wings were flapped.
Twins
Castor and Pollux have been reborn as Crows. Though teenage fledglings they are rapidly gaining knowledge and life skills. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is an ideal place and they will certainly benefit from the stern tutelage of the Face of Everyman. But, they are unsure why they have to learn Algebra.
Daycare
Miss Sims brought her Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Daycare class out to meet the Face of Everyman. Some of the kids thought it was nap time and fell asleep while the venerable sage was recounting some of his personal triumphs. Sensing that he had lost his audience he joined them in a nap.
Indie
During the brief interlude when the Raccoons weren’t skylarking or terrorizing the Face of Everyman the neighborhood cat; Indiana Jones, took center stage and reclaimed his territorial rights to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Indie was a veteran of avoiding direct conflict but he knew that there would be a new crop of scrappy bandits born every couple of years. Maybe the venerable sage would sell him a some extra lives on credit.
Offing
Nibbles was one of the few Foggy Bottom Resort and Spa squirrels born with a condition called scrawny tail. Daily he would ask the Face of Everyman if he could see any change; any enhancement. The venerable sage couldn’t lie; but deflected the question by saying that he had diverted vast sums to stem cell research and DNA splicing. Surely a handsome tail was in the offing.
Evil Envoy
the Face of Everyman felt a cold shiver run down his back. A Starling sighting was bad news for everybody at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This unwelcome guest was very aggressive. When they gathered, flocks could be in the hundreds. They would savage a community before moving on as quickly as they came. The venerable sage assured the Evil Envoy that the protection monies had been transferred to appropriate offshore account. There was no need for him, or his friends, to return.
Colonel Bogey March
When the WW II Vets at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa VFW Post heard that POTUS wanted to stage a parade down Pennsylvania Ave; they planned to be ready. the Face of Everyman agreed to call cadence. Saturdays, on parade, the recorded drums and horns of the Colonel Bogey March kept everybody more or less in step. They looked good, like a geriatric marching unit should.
Vinyl Records
Finchley was a recent fledgling with a unique problem. He was orphaned before he had learned the songs he needed to know as an adult. Mortality rates in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were especial high for song birds as they were easy prey for raptors. the Face of Everyman dug into his Sea Chest and found his old Roger Tory Peterson vinyl records of North American Bird Calls. He played the Robin songs again and again until at last young Finchley was prepared for his adult role in the community.
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