
Without skates, Barnaby was at a loss how to enjoy the ice at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to order skates in songbird sizes. His pond heater was due any day now.
The IRS agent was clear. He was here to look at the books of an import company of which the Face of Everyman was listed as CEO. The venerable sage had so many small and varied interests that surely he couldn’t be expected to recall any particular one at a moments notice. The agent was gruff and all business, yet he gave “E” till Tuesday to meet his demands. Everyman thought: “Better call . . .”
The renown Montetorkie School at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had an enviable record for child behavior and discipline. Bully insigated dust ups seldom occurred; that is until “Diesel” Rekker transferred in from some do-gooder wild life rescue outfit upstate. Seen above, frozen in fear, is “Twinky” LaRue. the Face of Everyman felt powerless to intervene.
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 and his cousin Melchior, signed up to become Vigilantes to replace the non-existent law enforcement in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa region. Seen above in a security camera clip they are about to take down the Golden Crowned Sparrow, a notorious scofflaw with over two hundred unpaid parking tickets in this jurisdiction alone. the Face of Everyman remained mute as he is often wont to do.