Tilley couldn’t catch her breath. “Help!” Aliens were clearing a landing field near the very spot she had chosen for her nest. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was seldom visited by authentic aliens in accordance with the 1947 Treaty of Roswell; of which the Face of Everyman was an early signatory. He assured Ms T that those folks meant no harm and were actually working to make the near by waters cleaner. In fact, the kindly ol’ pensioner had circulated a memo advising all that a crew of Master Gardeners would camp here for several days for the express purpose of habitat improvement. Somewhat mollified, Ms T returned to her nest to shelter her eggs from the Spring rains.
Guided Imagery
Edwina had been egg-less for two seasons. She learned of the Face of Everyman; a great Shaman that lived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage was reputed to be of benefit to barren couples seeking parenthood. Above, seen in file footage; Everyman is employing guided imagery to assist the hopeful client achieve her dreams.
After Shave
the Face of Everyman had been developing a line of After Shave for the Father’s Day gift giver. He asked Cheeky to give him an honest opinion. One side was Foggy Bottoms Signature while the opposite was Forage. C preferred the latter. Powdered nuts, mostly sugared pecans and hazelnuts, in a light peanut oil base. Signature had an overpowering Bayberry/Musk scent reminiscent of the dim smoky candles used at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa monthly Coven and Hoedown.
Summer School
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.
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