The Dog Days Of Summer brought on a state of lethargy in the Face of Everyman. When he did stir, strange things happened. Seen above, he has briefly suspended gravity and other laws of Physics. Luckily in such a torpid state nothing outside of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is effected. [Well, maybe, but not for long.]
The factory representative was very condescending. He assured the Face of Everyman and management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa that there was nothing wrong with the security camera. It seemed to be working properly and perhaps, just perhaps, the kindly ol’ pensioner, in his dotage might not have set the delicate instrument to the proper values. At those words, bystanders gave a collective gasp in disbelief.
Blacky was on a crusade to recruit new members on behalf of every civic and philanthropic organization near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He practiced his persuasive appeal on the Face of Everyman. Blacky offered a litany of names of groups from which the venerable sage might choose: Lions, 4H, AARP, NOW, NRA, ACLU, Optimist, Rotary. Normally stoic, the sage was elated to learn that he would be making so many new friends. He said Yes to all.
With Fall migration in full swing Management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was hiring for many positions. Needed most where those with language skills to serve the foreign guests. Winston applied for the position of Concierge and was immediately hired. His impressive resume’ listed his unique skills. He spoke fluent: Fractured French, Double Dutch, Boontling, Pig Latin, Classical Greek, Pidgin English, Cockney and could converse in a lilting Creole patois when required.