Lucille wished that she hadn’t chosen a Sports Bar in which to announce her engagement to Spud. But she had and that was that. Her Mom was happy for her. Her Dad liked the Beer Nuts that they served at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Spud and Dad bonded right away. Both were big fans of the New England Patriots. the Face of Everyman stared on in amazement.
Alcander came over to apologize for all the ruckus that disturbed the afternoon nap of the Face of Everyman. Even though the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is a UN designated sanctuary, nests beyond the perimeter are fair game for marauders. “A” recounted how it took about five crows to fight off a freebooting fledgling. “an Eagle at that.” “A” said with pride.
Arnie and Bosworth were scouting movie locations for their upcoming Indie film. They asked tough questions. Could the Face of Everyman be moved to make room for the Hydroplane chase scenes? Could the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa provide special food for the cast of African Greys and hill Mynas? Of course, “E” asked to see everyone’s H2B visa. There was a long pause . . . Arnie pretended to take a call on his cell. Bosworth beckoned to the Limo driver. They were gone by the time Everyman regained his composure.
Button Hook and Collar Stay are traveling vintage haberdashers. Twice a year they call on the Face of Everyman to fill their order books with his unique requirements. This year he needed celluloid shirt collars in various neck sizes as well as heights. Suitable ties and three silver handled walking sticks. No one at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had ever actually seen E dressed in such attire but his reminiscence of those bygone eras of sartorial style appealed to everyone.
Fernley was a born huckster. During the week he would collect items, found objects, and peddle them to guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above in security camera file footage F is trying to convince the Face of Everyman that the beer can pull tab he offers is from an authentic Billy Carter can of beer. The venerable sage wasn’t falling for that line of baloney and asked for a certificate of provenance. Fernley quickly switched gears and offered a rusty skate key at fire sale prices.
Edwina had been egg-less for two seasons. She learned of the Face of Everyman; a great Shaman that lived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage was reputed to be of benefit to barren couples seeking parenthood. Above, seen in file footage; Everyman is employing guided imagery to assist the hopeful client achieve her dreams.
Jackdaw had been born with an extremely rare condition; best described as alternating lazy eye. The modest clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was without resources to correct this abnormality. J’s parents became resigned and were about to move to a safer location. While deep in transcendental meditation the Face of Everyman envisioned small eye-glasses with kaleidoscope lenses. Within hours he had dashed off a learned paper for presentation at the annual eye wear congress in Stockholm and contracted with B & L to fabricate a series of prototypes. The young Crow went on to become a famous sideshow trick-shot artist. Detractors insist that he has an unfair advantage.