Robespierre returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa from thirty days of house arrest. He was keeping a low profile. the Face of Everyman tried to chat him up but “R” kept his distance. Maybe when the old rapscallion had settle in he’d feel more like chatting.
Fugitive
Police detectives from the village circulated this file photo of Robespierre. There had been inquires from guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa about bogus social media stock purchased from a bird fitting his description. the Face of Everyman “vaguely” remembered printing a few artfully engraved stock certificates. In fact he took a flyer and bought a hundred shares. Naturally, in awkward situations like this, the venerable sage remained mute.
Scofflaw
the Face of Everyman called upon one of his scouts from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Irregulars to keep a sharp eye on a notorious scofflaw posing as a guest. Robespierre was selling knock off bird bands; claiming that they had been worn on the legs of celebrity birds. Business was brisk until the U.S. Customs agents arrived. “R” quietly disappeared into the lush foliage of the vast estate.
Rescue Efforts
Often “a day late and a dollar short”, Robespierre returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hoping to make money on the efforts to rebuild after the devastation of Tropical Cyclone Diego. To his chagrin, there seemed nothing left to be done. the Face of Everyman took pleasure in telling him that “The Boys and Girls Club” from the village had taken upon themselves and had volunteered to set everything right.
Oliver
Little Oliver had aged-out of the orphanage. He had been taught basic life skills and was expected to adjust well to his new life. When he asked the Face of Everyman if he were his benefactor, Mr. Robespierre, E shuddered and tried to think how he could steer this young fledgling away from the life of crime and chicanery offered by Mr. R. No suitable solution presented itself. Everyman, for the moment, was flummoxed.
Truce
For the most part, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a happy and friendly place. One long standing feud occasionally surfaced. The animosity between Robespierre and Mullard went so far back in time that neither recalled how it had started. the Face of Everyman urged them to form a truce and “bury the hatchet”. The metaphor was lost on these determined foes.
Earth Day
It was Earth Day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Once again that old mountebank Robespierre had slipped past security forces disguised as an Earth Loving parade marcher. Later he would mix among the crowd and offer an opportunity to buy shares in a corporation that would pay companies not to pollute these sacred waters. The hard working folks hereabouts were enthusiastic and eager to subscribe. Luckily the Face of Everyman recognized the familiar patter of this inveterate charlatan and “dropped a dime on” him.
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