At the first class reunion of the graduates of the Montetorkie school many of the guys came in their old mating colors. the Face of Everyman noted, with a wry smile, that these were the same guys who were in the stag line at every sock hop. Many things are universal even at the magical Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Marital Discord
Not all was peaches & cream at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was forced to witness much marital discord. Yardley had sworn that he had been looking for work. Sybil had believed him until the Racing Form fell out of his pocket. What to do? She was already working two jobs. Maybe they could skimp by if she cancelled satellite TV.
Zoe
Life for Zoe was a struggle. She was born into the Avian world where plumage said everything a prospect mate needed to know. The travel agency touted this weekend before Halloween at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would be a life changer. Complementary costumes and masks or optional face painting were meant to add mystery and romance to this holiday vacation package. On first sight, the Face of Everyman could sense her discomfort and suggested that she go down to the nearby village. He had heard good reports about Billie Jean’s Club; right across the street from The Bear Cave. The venerable sage remained confident of his skill in sizing up anxious guests.
Furcula
In typical perverse action the Juke twins, Bobby and Betty fought over a dried up furcula left behind by rogue Crows who frequently swept through the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa preying on innocent wildlife. the Face of Everyman heard only the snap of the bone; not the wishes. He kept his thoughts to himself, recalling with relish his last Coquelet.
Swimming
Heloise had enrolled in the Synchronized Swimming class at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Apparently, when the colorful brochures were printed the folks at Corporate didn’t know that this resort had only a wading pool. Never the less the Face of Everyman would coach her thru the Fall semester; at which time she could transfer to the Olympic sized pool at Hilton Towers. Her Mom ran ads on Craig’s List seeking suitable swimming partners. “H” was focused on her Olympic dreams.
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.
Lap Swimming
There had been a brief resurgence of open lane lap swimming at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman tried to grin and bear it. He witnessed the chaos reach a crescendo, then subside to a form of family swim and ultimately leisure swim. There were hopeful rumors that a kiddie pool would be open by next Spring.
Clan Macrobie
the Face of Everyman was proud to have been made an Honorary Kissing Cousin of Clan Macrobie. Few songbirds had seen the venerable sage in a Kilt done in the clan tartan pattern of the highlands. As you may expect, even at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, there was always some jackanapes who wanted to answer that age old question.
Council Of Thirteen
The Council of Thirteen met quarterly at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The minutes of the 2nd Quarter were read and approved. New business, as always, was a laundry list of complaints from the Face of Everyman. It was the same old diatribe of grievances, guests and locals alike took liberties: standing on his face and eyes, waking him during naps, flatulence, defecation … A new one concerned the lack of written response to his broadside of such matters to the Audubon Society. The meeting adjourned without action as the Tea Trolley was wheeled out onto the Lanai.
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