
Alfi felt alone. Not a single member of his flock had been seen this past week in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman chalked it up to food choices. Better Nyger seed elsewhere.

the Face of Everyman held his breath, was this scrawny little bird the first American Goldfinch to return to the summer breeding grounds? It turned out that he and a handful of others had ridden a fast-moving Warm Front North. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was an excellent place to ride out the impending storm.

It all started when they decided to investigate superstitions: Three on a match, Friday the 13th, Black Cats, Walk under a ladder, Step on a crack … Where to start? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa didn’t lend itself to strict laboratory investigatory procedures. They’d ask the Face of Everyman after his nap.