The debate had been screened on the enormous jumbotron at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Vincent, a normally mild sort, was quick to put Draco, the village bully, in his place using techniques learned that evening. The next debates promised not to be the side show like the first, instead, the Face of Everyman decided to show re-runs of popular telenovelas. What’s not to like about love, intrigue and betrayal. He hoped that Univision was still available on his cable plan.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was rife with rumors. the Face of Everyman had placed orders for all manner of political signs, banners and even straw boaters. Yet, nothing had shown up. Could this be part of a much larger scheme to suppress voting. There seemed no way to quell the mis-information and quiet the unrest among the guests.
Even though the kindly ol’ pensioner had removed the cadaver hours ago; every guest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa couldn’t help but scan the waters to assure themselves that there weren’t more ill-starred souls beneath the waves. the Face of Everyman refused to offer any details. The village weekly would have a feature article he assured one and all.
Proud Mothers had signed up their offspring for Fall classes in synchronized swimming at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It was obvious to the Face of Everyman that for the instructor it was like herding cats.
The baseless rumor that the Face of Everyman was placing large tracts of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on the real estate market brought out land speculators by the dozens. Before sundown some were offering homesteads, others cemetery plots. One had quickly drawn up plans for a drive-in movie theater. It was worst than Tulip mania and the bubble soon burst.
Confused by Federal Guidelines most guests left their masks behind. the Face of Everyman, fearing that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would become the new hot spot in this paradise of resorts tried to hand out masks. There were few takers.
Audubon Club members were delighted to see the first verified sighting of a Yellow Caped Apple Grabber. Folks soon flocked to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to capture a photo themselves. Of course, in doing so they trampled all of the Face of Everyman’s rhubarb crop.
The Class Reunion left a lot to be desired. Social distancing kept the usual hugs and tears from happening. 2019 had been a great year at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Guests shared family statistics and travel highlights while flocking. the Face of Everyman was the Master of Ceremonies but even he ran short of banter. The event was over by sundown.
Carstairs had applied to Guinness World Records to challenge the speed record held by the Hummingbirds. The application was deemed bold enough for a trials team to book into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Lights, camera, action. the Face of Everyman beamed with pleasure as Carstairs sped thru the measured course on his first run. This was epic!
Myrtle liked to practice her singing voice, which she skillfully punctuated with echos from the outlet flue of the Spring of Perpetual Giving. The guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa remained respectfully quiet during these sessions. the Face of Everyman, on the other hand, could only stand so many choruses of “She’ll be Coming Round the Mountain.” The (yee-haw) and (whoa-back) echoes made him grit his teeth.
