The regular session of the Montetorkie school at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had concluded. Now with the whole Summer in front of them these young chaps were already bored in the first hour after lunch. Only Aristotle had signed up for Summer classes. He was weak in Applied Thermodynamics and had enrolled on the promise of the Face of Everyman to tutor him.
Square Dancing
Western style Square Dance had hit the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in a big way. Folks from all over booked in to take classes and learn the latest dance calls. the Face of Everyman was caught off guard when Loretta stopped by to show off her new dance outfit. The venerable sage had never seen so many crinolines. He made a note to look in his old sea chest for his Turquoise Bolo tie.
Antigone
Each day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa fledglings were busy learning about life. Mom had told her to be sure and scrub behind her ears. But lil’ Antigone just couldn’t seem to reach. In a whisper the Face of Everyman suggested that she duck her head under water three times while facing East. For A and her Mom it was a win-win.
Funston
Off-term elections were becoming the new norm at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. A seat on the Arts Commission urgently needed to be filled. Funston called a press conference to announce his “hat in the ring”. His comportment was almost presidential. F’s choice of the Face of Everyman as the venue was not lost on members of the Fourth estate.
Bubbles
Wayne was distraught. He had become involved in a popular vertical marketing scheme. Now they wanted their money. He hadn’t sold any product and had disposed of what little he had received. The telltale sign of bubbles on the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa suggested some contaminate was present. the Face of Everyman could not offer W a solution. But, he was enjoying the fresh minty flavor of his surroundings. It tasted much like a well advertised mouth wash.
Shenandoah
Shenandoah ambled through the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He stopped briefly to pay his respects to the Face of Everyman, the local leading light and spiritual leader. He was really angling to become the Deer Totem for any of the local civic service groups. The venerable sage was at a loss to offer any endorsement. All assignments were booked till the Fall. Unless, of course, he didn’t mind a temp position as totem for the Roadside Clean-up Crew. They weren’t reverent and only needed someone looking after their well being on Saturday mornings.
Truce
For the most part, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a happy and friendly place. One long standing feud occasionally surfaced. The animosity between Robespierre and Mullard went so far back in time that neither recalled how it had started. the Face of Everyman urged them to form a truce and “bury the hatchet”. The metaphor was lost on these determined foes.
Snail Mail
Pokey was new on the delivery route to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The draw bridge had been down when he arrived burdened with the usual junk mail for the Face of Everyman. Now what? Was this some kind joke? Turns out, that while chatting with the venerable sage, the bridge had been removed for the annual safety inspection. “Not to worry”, said E. “I’ll call the helicopter rescue team.” Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night . . .
Hangman
Once a year, down at the rock quarry, the Face of Everyman joined the remaining members of his old Civil Defense Fire Brigade. Someone’s guest brought enough Okolehao to float the RMS Titanic. Unlikely stories were retold and high old times were relived till the moon was about to set. Everyman made it home to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, but had troubling dreams. He awoke with a start. The menacing image of a Hangman above his groggy head. Henceforth, he vowed, to stick to Peppermint Schnapps.
Jackdaw
Jackdaw had been born with an extremely rare condition; best described as alternating lazy eye. The modest clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was without resources to correct this abnormality. J’s parents became resigned and were about to move to a safer location. While deep in transcendental meditation the Face of Everyman envisioned small eye-glasses with kaleidoscope lenses. Within hours he had dashed off a learned paper for presentation at the annual eye wear congress in Stockholm and contracted with B & L to fabricate a series of prototypes. The young Crow went on to become a famous sideshow trick-shot artist. Detractors insist that he has an unfair advantage.
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