the Face of Everyman knew the diagnosis even before the young staff doctor made his pronouncement: contact dermatitis. A high tide coupled with high winds had driven an Algal Bloom right to the very spot inhabited by the venerable sage. It would take almost superhuman efforts by the kindly ol’ pensioner to return these waters to their pristine condition and magical pH number. It might be time to drain the swamp.
Johnny Dark Eyes was keeping a low profile hereabouts the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He was hoping that the Face of Everyman would vouch for him and help squelch old rumors about his using campaign funds for trips to Bird World with his secretary. It would be nice to run for office again, free from embarrassing baggage.
Webster suddenly realized that his wallet and wrist watch were missing. This form of larceny was very uncommon at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; but, could Johnny Dark Eyes be a pickpocket? That warm embrace, that strong hand shake, the glib chatter about old times. All very disarming. Unfortunately, once again the Face of Everyman was napping and didn’t see or hear a thing.
Johnny Dark Eyes was back at his old haunts, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He returned with his head filled with money making schemes. This week he offered prepaid snow removal options for the coming El Nino/La Nina Winter. the Face of Everyman was the first to decline this obvious swindle. Even the kindly ol’ pensioner scoffed at Johnny’s proposal, then, on second thought, retired to the manor house to check the Old Farmer’s Almanac.