Occasionally an eerie specter would appear at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In a thick foreign accent he seemed to be saying, “I lost my luggage at LAX.” the Face of Everyman was at a loss as to how to help this small stranger. Budget constraints had forced the closure of the local Travellers’ Aid Society.
Facial
It was a slow day following heavy rains and strong winds at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. An ideal opportunity for the kindly ol’ pensioner to do chores. First up was the long standing work order to vigorously brush moss and lichen from the face of the venerable sage. It was not a complete facial, however, there was a request to remove some of his frown lines. the Face of Everyman provided his own special formulation of organic body putty.
Tibetan Throat Singing
After a brief period of being comatose Mullard awoke to discover that he had mastered Tibetan Throat Singing. His thunderous tones resonated thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. None could be more surprised than the Face of Everyman for it was one of the few skills that the venerable sage had never mastered.
Source
Bailey sought the source of The Spring of Eternal Giving which provided much that could be called “blessings” to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. No one except the Face of Everyman knew the true origins of this EPA approved water supply.
Bully
The renown Montetorkie School at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had an enviable record for child behavior and discipline. Bully insigated dust ups seldom occurred; that is until “Diesel” Rekker transferred in from some do-gooder wild life rescue outfit upstate. Seen above, frozen in fear, is “Twinky” LaRue. the Face of Everyman felt powerless to intervene.
Nonchalant
Mullard tried to appear nonchalant as he wore his new mail order suit. Guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa could hardly suppress their tittering. Who wore white after labor Day? the Face of Everyman suggested that the May Day parade would be a great time to wear that suit and dazzle those city slickers.
Querent
Elizabeth returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for a virtual Tarot Card reading. Her attempts at speed dating hadn’t gone well and she sought answers from the cards as interpreted by the Face of Everyman. Repeated spreads revealed a lonely future for the eager querent.
Wrinkled Peas
the Face of Everyman was only slightly troubled by the results of his secret pigeon breeding program at the Foggy Bottoms Resort an Spa. It was Larry, with the white flashes on his back. Could this be the “wrinkled peas” effect that the old Friar Gregor Mendel warned him about? The venerable sage quickly reviewed his lab notes.
Security Analyst
Sheldon had an inquiring mind but he wasn’t sure he wanted to be a security analyst here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The job was more that of a research assistant to the Face of Everyman. It required checking leg bands and colored rings worn by guests. The venerable sage never revealed why migration data was important. Who even knew the location of this remote spot along the Pacific Flyway? Most folks just stumbled upon it. http://brdbander.blogspot.com/
Ablutions
Momma was a strong believer in cleanliness. Baby Silvester was trying to be good boy but the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa felt like ice. She kept insisting that he scrub behind his ears. Dad was dripping wet and his teeth were chattering which only added to the drama of the family’s morning ablutions. the Face of Everyman tried to look away.
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