When things were slow around the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa denizens, like Rocky, would play “beat the camera.” The object was to zoom thru the field of view undetected by the hi-tech security system. the Face of Everyman often agreed to keep score. But, often as not, he got mixed up on who, etc. Besides, all those young squirrels looked alike. Didn’t they?
Dire Consequences
Once again a Super Being had slipped thru the barrier that separates reality from that magical land known as the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Such error in judgement comes with dire consequences. Seen above in security file footage are Fenimore and Leander. Neither is sure that the hand is not some aberration. The cries for help were in some obscure dialect of Esperanto. The mind of the Face of Everyman became totally involved in thought as he went thru the rigorous ordeal of conjugating verbs in this new language. A brief public inquest may be held next week. Or not.
Snow Removal
Johnny Dark Eyes was back at his old haunts, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He returned with his head filled with money making schemes. This week he offered prepaid snow removal options for the coming El Nino/La Nina Winter. the Face of Everyman was the first to decline this obvious swindle. Even the kindly ol’ pensioner scoffed at Johnny’s proposal, then, on second thought, retired to the manor house to check the Old Farmer’s Almanac.
Casual Dating
Eloise was new to the dating scene. Her online date, Wolfgang, was to meet here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for lunch. At first the conversation went smoothly until she asked about his aspirations, his goals, a bucket list. Wolfgang’s face went blank. He rose, offered to split the check; or may be leave the tip; and was gone. the Face of Everyman tried to think of something to say. No matter, her phone rang. Her two o’clock date, Renaldo, just reconfirming their meeting and asking if it was okay if he dressed casual.
Roscoe
For months Roscoe had planned a daring daylight raid on a clandestine Crawdad mill hidden somewhere on the vast grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was meant to be a hit and run operation but somehow he got into a deep philosophical discussion with the Face of Everyman over the nutritional merits of crayfish over the common garden slug. Poor Roscoe, he returned home empty handed and had to be satisfied with dumpster diving for someones discarded dried figs.
Furcula
In typical perverse action the Juke twins, Bobby and Betty fought over a dried up furcula left behind by rogue Crows who frequently swept through the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa preying on innocent wildlife. the Face of Everyman heard only the snap of the bone; not the wishes. He kept his thoughts to himself, recalling with relish his last Coquelet.
Fur Coat
Agnes wore her new fur coat purchased with her winnings from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Casino. The other guests saw right through her attempt at a vulgar and ostentatious display of wealth. In retribution, some guests turned away and one remarked how warm the day was. the Face of Everyman remained mute as he was so often wont to do.
Art Theft
A daring daylight theft of art occurred at the posh gallery near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Stolen was an alabaster carving, an octopus created by a gifted but obscure artist. Security camera footage failed to give meaningful clues to the identity of the thieves. Even the Face of Everyman, the only eye witness, was flummoxed.
Cosmic
As Cosmic forces swept the Earth, no place was more effected than the imaginary bird land known as the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Amateur scientists estimate that gravity momentarily increased ten-fold. Seen above in a clip from the security camera is Mullard, a local, unable to resist this force and escape. Even the Face of Everyman regretted the few extra pounds he had gained lately because of his new craving for pumpkin pie.
Simple Syrup
Prairie Flower was in search of breakfast. It was too early for some flowers to be open and nectar flowing. Lately, to get her day going, she had resorted to stopping by the lounge at Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for a shot of simple syrup with a water back . Today the lounge remained closed. In desperation she turned to the Face of Everyman. Reluctantly the venerable sage shared a dollop of his award winning Chokecherry syrup meant for his short stack.
