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.
Drivel
Sibling rivalry was intense with Dior and Aurelia. Few knew that right here in our own Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa a highly popular author and respected TV pop psychologist was always on duty. the Face of Everyman, with three NYT book review best sellers to his credit could only uttered some drivel like: “Why not just kiss and make up?”
Food
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was put under close scrutiny by a renown restaurant guide. Reports of poor food and patchy serving were issues of deep concern. A prestigious Three Star rating was in serious jeopardy. the Face of Everyman tried to be helpful without implicating himself. The kindly ol’ pensioner and corporate stockholders might have to own up and take the fall on these scurrilous allegations.
The Law of Natural Consequences
The law of natural consequences extended even to this remote spot on the Pacific flyway. the Face of Everyman had warned everyone in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa astronomy club about wearing approved viewing glasses during the eclipse. Only Ozwald, the gemologist, received the full brunt of the diamond ring when he donned his jewelers loupe to appraise the cut, color, clarity and carat.
French Postcards
Once again that nefarious pitchman, Nikolai, had slipped thru the enhanced security of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In a hoarse whisper he offered French Postcards and knock-off Mickey Mouse watches. Armed security forces ejected N from the grounds, but not before the Face of Everyman purchased two vintage Mata Hari and an autographed Little Egypt.
Lucifer
Sunday morning dawned bright and clear. In the sleepy Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa many were still struggling with the NYT crossword puzzle. Few, but the Face of Everyman, saw the cat Lucifer. Fewer yet took her presence as a omen; a portent of tomorrow’s poorly understood natural phenomenon that would bring chaos to this simple rural community.
Raptor
Dolly arrived late to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Her flocking pals and the usual colorful song birds were no where to be seen. the Face of Everyman tried to whisper a simple warning of danger. “Hawk!” Dolly jumped up and screamed, “Where?” The venerable sage tried to respond; but, with a mouth full of tail feathers he could only sputter.
Home Schooling
Every year it was the same old story at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The School Board claimed that there may not be enough money to open the Montetorkie school. Moms met to talk about Home Schooling as an alternative. About the only topics they could agree on were: predator ID and foraging techniques. the Face of Everyman interrupted; suggesting that he was willing to approach a large cat food maker with an offer of selling them the naming rights to this small remote school house. The ladies pretended that hadn’t heard a word that the venerable sage had uttered.
It was after midnight when Rocky discovered the face of Everyman quietly moaning. It seems that the venerable sage turned his head too quickly to catch sight of a meteor leaving a long trail thru the dark skies over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Rocky slowly turned E’s head back to normal orientation. Two weeks of physical therapy and that stiff neck would be as good as new.
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