Wonder of wonders. It was a singing telegram. Birthday greetings for the Face of Everyman. The young Western Union delivery chap sung his heart out despite the difficult aboriginal dialect. It was from an old admirer Tsagaglalal (She Who Watches). It seems that the delightful lady had come to rest somewhere far to the South to care for The First People. E was pleased that she had remembered his natal era after all these eons. He asked that the lad stop by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on his way South to carry his response. Link leads offsite: http://www.lensjoy.com/gallery/20.htm
Vigil
A small group of well wishers gathered at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Concerns over the health and well being of Tula the manor house cat foremost on their minds. the Face of Everyman requested that flowers and Teddy bears be placed near the Cabana huts to avoid plugging the pumps. It was acceptable to float small candles on the water. In the distance, held at bay by Security forces, a handful of Paparazzi clamored for Tula to appear and prove to all that her tail had not been straightened during her visit to the private clinic. .
Oliver
Little Oliver had aged-out of the orphanage. He had been taught basic life skills and was expected to adjust well to his new life. When he asked the Face of Everyman if he were his benefactor, Mr. Robespierre, E shuddered and tried to think how he could steer this young fledgling away from the life of crime and chicanery offered by Mr. R. No suitable solution presented itself. Everyman, for the moment, was flummoxed.
Word
The word on the street at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was received with mixed emotions. Many were concerned; some relieved; when it was revealed that the kindly ‘ol pensioner and the lady of the manor had taken their cat “Tula” to the Vet. Hours passed and concerns deepened. At long last the Face of Everyman induced his being into a deep trance. Spirits from the world beyond assured him that all was well and the heavily sedated feline would be home by Wine Time. Wags thought up clever remarks like: “I bet it was really a weight loss clinic.” “Bet she was having her tail straightened.” “Perhaps a face lift?” All were pleased to see Tula home safely.
Sweat Lodge
the Face of Everyman had applied for a temporary license to operate a Sweat Lodge off of tribal lands. He had the paper work somewhere in his sea chest to verify that he was an ordained Shaman in a variety of First Nation Confederations. However, the inspector was here to examine every aspect of his permit application. With so much official scrutiny Risk Management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa head office was unwilling to sign off. A County Commissioner’s hearing was set for late September. Undaunted, E went back to preparing for tonight’s Pyrotechnic Extravaganza.
Terpsichore
Daily new families brought their offspring to learn the basics of life. Poor little Terpsichore had trouble living up to her name. Seemingly the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered the ideal space to develop skills. the Face of Everyman suggested that Dad hold off on buying that new bicycle until his daughter had mastered jacks, hop scotch, the jump rope and roller skates. Mom started to feel a bit anxious about having more children; at least for now.
Pheromones
the Face of Everyman had been working late in his secret laboratory deep below the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Because of fatigue, or perhaps inattention, he unwittingly spilled a drop of his latest experimental pheromone on his exterior. When he reappeared to his public, sheer pandemonium ensued. It took an hour before the HazMat team from the village could neutralize the powerful effects of the untested product and restore a modicum of civil obedience. Eye witness accounts varied widely.
Match Making
Match Making is always a work in progress at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. For a small honorarium the Face of Everyman brings together suitable singles interested in a long term relationship. Negotiations are not always smooth and a third party may be called upon to handle the tricky questions of the prenuptial agreement.
Car Wash
The Senior class at the Montetorkie School hoped to raise funds for their Fall trip to the nations capital to observe opening day at the Supreme Court. Thus was created the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa’s first ever car wash. Begrudgingly the Face of Everyman agreed to a light rinse and a thorough chamois wipe down. With all the horse play and lack of adult supervision he got little of either. His skin itched the rest of the morning.
Buck and Wing
Somewhere among the luncheon guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa a cell phone ring tone played “Yes sir, That’s my baby”. In pure Pavlovian conditioning Carlisle, broke into his old Buck & Wing Tap performance. This impromptu dance continued until the phone was silenced. the Face of Everyman recalled his own vaudeville days on the old Pacific Rim of Fire Orpheum circuit and mused that perhaps he should add a few popular ring tones to his mobile.
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