The mist maker was temporarily removed from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. County Health was reviewing the facts surrounding the Face of Everyman’s rapid on set of PTSD attributed to this new feature. Disappointment ran high with local song birds and guests who seemed little effected by traumatic episodes of repressed long term memory. Most hung around expectantly until lunch was served on the patio.
The Wild Canary Sisters met at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on a regular basis to perfect their act and musical routines. Today, of all days, the Face of Everyman learned that the group was breaking up, disbanding forever. A look of shock and disbelief flashed across the face of the venerable sage. In a moment he regained composure and pretended that he had over heard nothing.
Attendance at the Men’s Athletic Club of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa dropped off sharply with the hot weather and pressures from family members to spend more time with them at the Putt-Putt Golf Course and Devil’s Corkscrew Water Park. At first there didn’t seem to be a quorum to allow voting for suspension of meetings until next Spring. As it turned out the Face of Everyman held the proxy votes of several hundred paid up club members. The vote to suspend: Unanimous.
Couples therapy was not going well for the Baxters. Neither could see fault in their own behavior. the Face of Everyman seldom kept his clinic open for therapy sessions this late in the season. By next week he should be offering Ski and Cruise packages from his waiting room and a time share robo-callcenter from his inner office. Management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa turned a blind eye to most of his endeavors. He did get a cease and desist letter from them when he tried to slip a risque pop up store, “Rabelaisian”, by their watchful eyes last Spring.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa village newspaper was offering a prize for the best essay on What Father’s Day Means To Me. A few of the guys thought that if they brain stormed as a group they could come up with the prize winning essay. the Face of Everyman was bemused. Judging by the paucity of fledglings anywhere about; these bozos hadn’t a clue.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a wide spectrum of guests and locals. the Face of Everyman was constantly surprised by what he overheard. Beatrix had been expecting her childhood friend Lance to propose. Instead he wanted to ask her thoughts on his sharing a loft with Maximilian that hot new bartender.
Fregley was very pleased with his newly patented innovation: DIY mating plumage. He waited for his buddy Ralph at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; together they could troll for “chicks”. Fregley knew his concoction wasn’t perfect; just a mixture of gun oil and lamp black. But when applied lightly … In dim light he looked all grown up. the Face of Everyman suggested that Fregley add just a hint of Bay Rum or Lilac water. Couldn’t hurt.