Pigeon

The krewe assembled early for the ride on the floats in this year’s Marti Gras celebration at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman worried that he’d never get this mess cleaned up before Easter. krewe Morpheus was assigned the task. “In your dreams.” was their motto.

At the end of the day there was little left for the pigeons except the sweepings from the kitchen of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was pleased. Orts were good enough for that crowd.

The envoy for the Pigeon flock seemed sure that cold French fries fit into the dietary requirements. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa rarely had this delicacy on the menu. It was more like a Chief’s surprise. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure he heard that right but assured his guest that he would try for more.

The Pigeon census of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa required no more than a quick head count by the Face of Everyman. Seven. Who needed this information?

What luck! The pigeons had returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in time to lead the Veteran’s Day Parade. the Face of Everyman hoped that they would stop eating long enough to form up and march.

Ancient philosophers asked, “How many angels could dance on the head of a pin?” The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed swamped by this infinite number. the Face of Everyman gasped for air.

Upton needed a photo for his campaign poster. It had to show his strength of character, his willingness to fight for the common man and of course, his humble beginnings. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa provided the backdrop, and the Face of Everyman charged him double.

It was the first she had ever noticed that thingy over there. Did it just wink at her? Barbara was never sure about what went on in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wasn’t about to confirm the presence of the security camera.

“Mind the Gap” was the mantra of the Face of Everyman here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It always seemed worth repeating.