The pigeons at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa knew they were having fun when they stumbled all over each other. the Face of Everyman hated every minute of it; but what was he to do.

Casting Call

Casting Calls were common in Summer Theater at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above is a member trying out for the lead in “Phantom of the Opera.” the Face of Everyman liked this thespian’s style and considered him for maybe Iago or Dracula.


Once again the Face Of Everyman was confronted by the child of his laboratory creation. Would this bird of his by DNA splicing never leave the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa?

Gene splicing

the Face of Everyman had constant reminders of his failed experiments in gene splicing. In his secret underground laboratory deep beneath the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he had created some monstrosities. The white pigeon was but one example. From now on he would stick to fundamental research of the Higgs boson.


The Fourth of July parade at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a complete fiasco. The pigeons pushed forward to head the line-up while the color guard were still finishing their cigarettes. The new babies were quickly assembled to fill in the gap. the Face of Everyman was this year’s Grand Marshall but the Cadillac convertible wouldn’t start. Those who stuck around for the fireworks show were disappointed when rain and hail soaked the charges. Everything fizzled.

Tuxedo Look?

It took only that one glance for the Face of Everyman to realize that his secret experiment had gone awry. The White dove, a remanent from a wedding, crossed with a Black pigeon from the forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, was meant to create the Tuxedo look. Now he could see how far he had to go.


Everyone wanted to be in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa 4th of July parade. Practice was a bit ragged at first; but, these patriots knew they’d be in shape. the Face of Everyman hoped that the malcontents would drop by the wayside long before the holiday. He still needed a fife and drum duo to lead this rag tag bunch. There seemed no end of problems. He himself would be the standard bearer.


Practice for the Memorial Day Parade began early at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had to bite his tongue to keep from revealing how upset he was that the lazy, no good Pigeons had been given the privilege of leading this important and historical parade. Of course, no one tended graves in this magical place; Sky Burials were the preferred ritual.


Paisley found it hard to believe that Dame Fortune would bring back the pigeons on the 1st of April. It must be some sick joke to torment the Face of Everyman. Nobody really wanted raptors to return to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but they were an effective means of keeping the free loaders away.


Little by little the number of Pigeons increased. the Face of Everyman suspected that locals had invited their country cousins to come dine on the good seed at the expense of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage ordered two bags of floor sweepings from the village pet store to be delivered by this afternoon. One taste of that dreck and the cousins would depart post-haste.