Cosmos regretted trying to restart his former tie-dye business. The concierge at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had agreed to mention his salon. But now it was obvious to him that cheap water based dyes would not lead to wealth and fame. the Face of Everyman suggested that his left over dyes be used for face painting at the County Fair. Cosmos hoped that it would all wash off before he was subject to too much public ridicule.
Pastor Bob
Pastor Bob has returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His revival tent sits in the meadow and he is eager to bring that old time religion to the good folks hereabouts. Pastor Bob even extended a joyous welcome to the Face of Everyman; known by all to be a Cynic. The venerable sage just might make one of the healing crusades if his knee didn’t get any better.
Parking
Elizabeth could never be sure where her legal rights were. She was a tenured employee at the Montietorkie school here on the grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She had been on a bit of a medical sabbatical and now she was back. Yet for seemingly no reason at all the Face of Everyman refused to validate her parking ticket. The venerable saga quoted some drivel about tabs and stickers all out of date.
Gruesome
It was in Dorian’s DNA to ride on the backs of the North American Bison; devouring the insects kicked up in the dust as vast herds moved about the great plains. Alack and alas those days were long gone. Dorian liked to come to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to ask the Face of Everyman to retell stories about his ancestors following stampeding beasts and feasting on clouds of insects. Strangely the venerable sage relished recounting those some what gruesome tales. Dorian was reduced to selling Time Shares in order to afford a few grasshoppers and crickets.
Mooning
Our Editors decided that a little light hearted news should inter into the Buzz at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Arnold deliberately paused as he passed by the security camera. Perhaps only the Face of Everyman witnessed the indiscreet gesture.
Deer In The Headlights
Rumors of a visit by honeymooning royalty demanded increased security at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Claymore was caught like a deer in the headlights when both cameras recorded his image. He had merely stopped to ask where would be a good place to stand to view their entrance. the Face of Everyman mumbled something; but the sirens were too loud to hear his response.
Take Out
Ambrose loved left over Pizza. In the alley behind the village franchise ready made pizza kiosk there was always a few swept out crusts. Trouble was that those crusts were so dry that they took most of the day to soften. Any morsel soaking in the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was tantamount to abandonment. Ambrose cast a pleading eye towards the Face of Everyman. Could the venerable sage find it in his heart to hide this bit of crust under his basalt kilt? https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Northwestern_Crow/overview
Ambush
They were certain that they were walking into an ambush but the lure of cracked corn and millet seed was overpowering. Fresh tracks in the mud of big cats made them wary. The fact that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a UNESCO avian sanctuary never crossed the minds of Tula’, Panther or Boots. All were neighborhood scofflaws and may have done hard time. the Face of Everyman was conducting business on mind-skype and was powerless to aid the naive pigeons if a rumble went down.
Long Island Iced Tea
Three day weekends have been the hardest for Elizabeth. Time weighs heavily on her hands. the Face of Everyman is her sponsor but they know that full recovery is difficult. Her teaching position at the Montietorkie school is being held for her. The lush surroundings of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa gives her an unwarranted sense of confidence. Surely one Long Island Iced Tea wouldn’t hurt.
Memoir
Barclay wanted to write his memoir. He sought out the Face of Everyman. Should he balance his heroic war stories with remembrances of his bucolic life here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? Well”, said the venerable sage, “I’d devote a chapter to each battle and see how that goes.” “Then each love affair”. “Wrap those with chapters of recollections of life here at FBRS, your achievements at the Montetorkie school and in NASCAR sports”. “My guess?” “After three years of hard work; ‘Bob’s your uncle'”.
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