Clean up crews at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa uncovered what was thought to be an idol to an ancient avian deity. Ludicrously Johnny Dark Eyes thought that he bore a close resemblance. the Face of Everyman was quick to point out that the rusty iron relic was really part of an early Cecil B. Demille silent film epic . “J” was not to be dissuaded.
Ginseng
After clean up of the havoc wrought by Tropical Cyclone Diego the Face of Everyman hosted an informal gathering of light hors d’oeuvres and adult beverages. The venerable sage lost this years entire crop of Ginseng root. His export business dealt with the sale of roots that resembled world leaders and religious figures. Sotheby’s handled his auction sales. He is seen above chatting up Falene and her sister while awaiting the report back on his crop loss insurance claim.
Curiosity
Lafayette had been born with a spirit of inquiry. His Mom called it plain ol’ curiosity and liked to remind him of the saying about Cats and curiosity. the Face of Everyman pretended to be asleep. If awaken by the predator “E” would remind him that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was UNESCO World Heritage Sanctuary and rapscallions and hooligans would be ejected from the premises. Tough talk from a rock.
Intel
The glowing Orb easily thwarted the high tech security systems of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The message it carried was for only the Face of Everyman. By telepathic communication the venerable sage learned of his new platinum Facebook upgrade password and username together with a complementary years subscription to the Celebrity Gossip news feed. “E” was a master at intelligence gathering.
Dovecote
Somehow Super Beings had breached the reality barrier and entered the magical land of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Much of their conversation was drowned out by the flowing waters of the Spring of Eternal Giving; but the Face of Everyman was convinced that they planned to erect a 700 unit Dovecote on this very site. The venerable sage tried to grasp what that meant to his life style. Right now he couldn’t deal with ten stupid Pigeons; let alone untold numbers. He felt a headache coming on. Perhaps he should treat it as: Fake News.
Night Stalker
After every disaster the criminal element moves in quickly. Seen above in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security camera imagery is Night Stalker on the prowl and up to no good. Somehow, the Face of Everyman slept thru it all. It seems that the kindly ol’ pensioner hadn’t reconnected the klaxon alarm system since the disaster wrought by Tropical Cyclone Diego.
Tree Frog
Category Four Tropical Cyclone Diego swept ashore at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. First responders found total chaos. The lone survivors were a disoriented the Face of Everyman and JoJo the resident tree frog. Both seen above in poor focus. The kindly ol’ pensioner began rebuilding almost immediately. Fall migrations were underway and Resort bookings would soon spike. Hopefully by sundown a sense of normalcy would return.
Reality Check
the Face of Everyman droned on and on about Constitutional safeguards, the role of the Supreme Court and voting rights. He knew that he had lost his audience when little Sparkie asked what voting meant. In preparation for his next boring talk the venerable sage “Googled” Congressional Districts. To his chagrin he discovered that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa existed outside the boundaries of all reality.
Movie Extras
The casting director of a film company shooting scenes at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa sent out a call for extras to try out for brief walk on appearances as Oxford Dons in deep thought. In the end only one applicant showed true gravitas and the scene wrapped by sundown. However, the Face of Everyman was offered a long term contract to appear as a rock in upcoming film projects. He, of course, declined. After all, such work required absolutely no talent.
Decorum
It is the Face of Everyman who sets the standards of decorum at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. So, who among us would censure the venerable sage, when, at last, he lost patience with a particularly ill mannered fledgling? Did he mean to shrug and send the little avian into the water? The sage was quick to express his regrets; but, to those gawking onlookers close at hand it sounded more like an oath.
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