There had been a brief resurgence of open lane lap swimming at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman tried to grin and bear it. He witnessed the chaos reach a crescendo, then subside to a form of family swim and ultimately leisure swim. There were hopeful rumors that a kiddie pool would be open by next Spring.
Exotic
Elizabeth was back for a brief engagement in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa supper club. Her exotic looks and whiskey throat sultry voice made her a headliner in any club. the Face of Everyman had a “thing” going for her but he knew that nothing would ever come of it. She was a roamer . . .
Clan Macrobie
the Face of Everyman was proud to have been made an Honorary Kissing Cousin of Clan Macrobie. Few songbirds had seen the venerable sage in a Kilt done in the clan tartan pattern of the highlands. As you may expect, even at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, there was always some jackanapes who wanted to answer that age old question.
Council Of Thirteen
The Council of Thirteen met quarterly at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The minutes of the 2nd Quarter were read and approved. New business, as always, was a laundry list of complaints from the Face of Everyman. It was the same old diatribe of grievances, guests and locals alike took liberties: standing on his face and eyes, waking him during naps, flatulence, defecation … A new one concerned the lack of written response to his broadside of such matters to the Audubon Society. The meeting adjourned without action as the Tea Trolley was wheeled out onto the Lanai.
Head Start
The Montetorkie school received a Grant to open a Head Start Daycare at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Enrollment was an over whelming success. the Face of Everyman shuddered at the the thought of these poor tykes under the rule of Sister Mary Margaret. He himself had know the sharp whack on the the knuckles to get his full attention and obedience.
Soap
Baby Huey wanted to go home. He claimed that he had soap in his eyes and it stung. Mom tried to tell him to get back in the water quit crying. There had never been soap in the pristine waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman remained stoic. He had no skills at consoling bawling kids.
Hog’s Back Lay-By
Seeing courting couples at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa always brought a smile to the Face of Everyman. He sheepishly could recall his many chance encounters at the Hog’s Back Lay-By. Alas, he was much younger then. Now corporate responsibilities weighed heavily on his time.
Asteroid
All values of light and color changed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa when an old friend of the Face of Everyman passed by the Earth. In telepathic communications the venerable sage chatted briefly with his old flame Asteroid 3122 Florence. “E” recalled his days in the Crimea with Florence Nightingale (1820-1910). He had been used as a lowly door stop in the operating room. He held no hard feelings.
Options
With all options off the table military maneuvers began in earnest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The ROTC flying squad was called to duty. With only a minimum of training they soon lost interest and became subject to mid-morning hunger pangs. the Face of Everyman took that opportunity to regal them with his war stories from WW I. He had lied about his age and the fact that he was Canadian. He flew several combat sorties with Eddie Rickenbacker until his subterfuge was discovered.
Arbitrary
Lil’ Quinton was sure that the Montetorkie School was to open today. In eagerness he had come early to the campus situated on the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman suggested that Q return home for a nap and return in a week or so. Opening dates being rather arbitrary.
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