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.
Dreck
Complaints had reached city hall that the kindly ol’ pensioner was, once again, cutting corners on service by serving dreck. But, of course, who was dispatched to sample the service at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and to right this terrible wrong? None other than “Road Kill” McGillicutty, of the local Carrion Club. RK always got a light buzz on soggy fermented corn and sunflower seeds. The posh resort retained it’s three star ranking despite the vehement protests of the Face of Everyman.
Ozwald, Flying Ace
Ozwald told the story over and over again as long as someone else was buying the drinks at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “I was returning from a secret night time sortie and as I was about to land I spotted incoming tracers. There, off my starboard wing, was The Blue Max, camouflaged as a Northwestern Crow. Jumping gee-hosa-fat, there was nothing else to do but clear my guns and roll into a classic aerial combat mode. Last I saw, he was trailing smoke.”
The venerable sage remained mute. He had his own “war stories”.
Audition
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was having the Christmas Eve dance in the Grand Ballroom. Belasko auditioned for the spot of MC and featured entertainer. He chose White Christmas as his song and played the Spoons to a recording of Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies. The job was his as he closed with his famous crowd pleasing rendition of the Hokey Pokey. Even the venerable sage, despite his physical limitations, got a little rhythm going.
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