A couple of Toughs stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. With all the activity of the landscapers they had assumed that perhaps the Spa was up for sale and being staged. Bonnie wanted to expand into the personal services arena; while Clyde thought he might enjoy running the bar and casino. the Face of Everyman assured them that nothing was for sale and that they should return for the grand opening when the vast newly planted gardens would be in full color.
Improvisational Dance
The dance studio at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa performed for the public on Sunday afternoons. Seen above is Johnny Dark Eyes performing a few improvisational dance steps to the delight of luncheon crowd. the Face of Everyman was proud that “JDE” was such an apt pupil.
Barnstomers
The circus is ready to leave their winter quarters in the meadow near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Various acts are making last minute improvements. These two asked the venerable sage to suggest a “snappy” name. the Face of Everyman deemed this duo: The Flying St Croix Twins. They’ll go on to make their fortune this summer as top draw Barnstormers.
New Guests
This young couple weren’t sure that they would fit in at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa: being so colorful and all . . . the Face of Everyman was quick to assure them that everybody was welcome. Well, perhaps a few, like raptors and nest robbers, weren’t regarded as guests, and never will be. The venerable sage said that he would be pleased to store their luggage until after lunch when they could check in at the front desk.
Barking
To most folks the life at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seems idyllic. But for some like Sydney the carefree life takes a terrible toll. As seen above the breakdowns begin by barking at bubbles. the Face of Everyman tries to step in and offer his style of talk therapy. No one knows what becomes of those who are sent to the clinic in Switzerland.
Emergency
Emergency landings are rare at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; but when Gandy Dancer called ahead reporting his troubles the Face of Everyman went into action. Crews were alerted for both ground and water crashes. The Bar opened to serve light refreshments until noon when full service would commence. A wee dram of rum was available for “GD” to calm his nerves after such a harrowing experience.
Spin The Sage
The rowdy trouble makers were out on parole. Their first stop was the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Tonight’s choice of fun was Spin the Sage. By sunrise the Face of Everyman was totally disoriented. He closed his eyes and tried to hang on to any fixed object.
Chauncey
Chauncey approached the Goddess of Mercy Guan Yin thinking that she would help solve all his problems. The goddess was new to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and had already made a good impression on the folks hereabouts; even the venerable sage. No one heard the Face of Everyman mutter his heart felt thanks that now, she would share the burden of listening to those who sought free advice at all hours of the day or night.
Service Animal
the Face of Everyman tried to explain to Scrappy that he was unsuitable for the job. The Ad on Craig’s List was for a Service Animal that would remain in the grand lobby of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and provide comfort to those guests in distress. The venerable sage pointed out that, by the cut of his jib, he was best at catching rats, mice and gophers. This job would go to someone more docile; perhaps a Lab or a Golden Retriever. Scrappy went home and put his collar on in order to look more respectable for his next job interview. Luckily all his shots were up to date.
Rapscallion
Robespierre returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa from thirty days of house arrest. He was keeping a low profile. the Face of Everyman tried to chat him up but “R” kept his distance. Maybe when the old rapscallion had settle in he’d feel more like chatting.
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