Little Choo-Choo came out to play at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Unfortunately all the big kids were off foraging in the woods. Choo-Choo searched the crevices of the Face of Everyman for a bit of something to nibble on; but his physiognomy was clean as a whistle.


Some guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had no idea how outlandish their requests were and the burden they placed on the Face of Everyman and his housekeeping staff. A case in point: this small bird requested his own suet block and feeder. Fact: a variety of birds and in great numbers feed adequately from one feeder. Bartholomew’s request was denied.


Brinkley was sure of it. Someone had moved the Cabana Huts. He prided himself on observing the small changes occurring at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman thanked him for reporting the changes; but, wasn’t sure what to do with the information. Perhaps a nap would help sort out things.


the Face of Everyman awoke with a start. The voice of O’leary was trying to tactfully explain that the venerable sage had been sleep walking once again. His muddy tracks were all over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Was there something troubling him? Something he’d like to talk about?

Sand Castles

Elroy was here for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Sand Castle competition. If the tide table is accurate we are at high tide. the Face of Everyman delivered sand and rented out the sculpting tools. Judging would commence as the low tide turned. Elroy hoped that he could win the chance to go on to the semi-finals at Santa Cruz.