At the first class reunion of the graduates of the Montetorkie school many of the guys came in their old mating colors. the Face of Everyman noted, with a wry smile, that these were the same guys who were in the stag line at every sock hop. Many things are universal even at the magical Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Free Range
Hudson was the first to raise the alarm. He was sure that he had discovered dinosaur eggs. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a well known site, rich in bones of extinct early reptiles. A quick glance told the Face of Everyman that these eggs were clearly of the modern epoch and came from a nearby farm were free range chickens roamed at will. The venerable sage yearned for the old days when poultry lived in a coop and remained penned up; safe from foxes and hawks.
Marital Discord
Not all was peaches & cream at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was forced to witness much marital discord. Yardley had sworn that he had been looking for work. Sybil had believed him until the Racing Form fell out of his pocket. What to do? She was already working two jobs. Maybe they could skimp by if she cancelled satellite TV.
Villainous
The villainous Rasputin has returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Once more he seeks the whereabouts of the lovely Anastasia. the Face of Everyman was not the least bit afraid of this unkempt, mephitic creature and remained mute under extreme vetting.
Peck’s Bad Boy
At the time Prankster thought it a good idea and a fun thing to do: knock the Face of Everyman off of his perch into the depths of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa pool. The venerable sage took a dim view of such hijinks. To end this madness “E” created an alternate image of fun in the young scallywag’s mind.
Homecoming
In Natasha’s mind she was returning to her childhood home as tho she had not been gone lo these seventy odd years. The Cabana huts at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa did resemble the colorful homes in that Central Asian Republic of her birth. the Face of Everyman quickly assessed her state of mind and called out to her in her native tongue. “Natasha. It’s good to see you again. Your Mom is playing Bingo at the church. Why not wait here for her?” Social Services arrived soon and took over the situation.
Pickpocket
Webster suddenly realized that his wallet and wrist watch were missing. This form of larceny was very uncommon at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; but, could Johnny Dark Eyes be a pickpocket? That warm embrace, that strong hand shake, the glib chatter about old times. All very disarming. Unfortunately, once again the Face of Everyman was napping and didn’t see or hear a thing.
Smoothies
Phidias was visibly upset. All this talk of Turkey and dressing, Sweet Potato Pie, and such was distressing. Management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa must not have clue about the dietary habits of their guests and the locals. the Face of Everyman tried not to show emotion as he fantasized about giblet gravy and sharing the wishbone with his neighbor and mystical colleague, the Goddess of Perpetual Hunger. Somewhere in the background the venerable sage could hear “P” make his pitch for healthful Thanksgiving Day Smoothies.
A Murder Of Crows
Alcander came over to apologize for all the ruckus that disturbed the afternoon nap of the Face of Everyman. Even though the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is a UN designated sanctuary, nests beyond the perimeter are fair game for marauders. “A” recounted how it took about five crows to fight off a freebooting fledgling. “an Eagle at that.” “A” said with pride.
Tariff
Conway approached the Face of Everyman more on his own behalf than his narrow constituency. He had learned that an ear mark in the new tax bill would place a tariff on out of state Crawdad tails and offshore farmed garden slugs. Many locals in Ward 3 of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa relied upon “C” to maintain the status quo. Could “E” bring pressure to quash this onerous and unwarranted tax grab? On this volatile subject the venerable sage remained mute as he was often wont to do.
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