Fall Color?

It was on cool Fall mornings like this that Jeremy added his own bit of color. The Sun was ever lower in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but it’s rays still came thru the smoky haze. the Face of Everyman basked in the morning sunshine.


Mayberry wasn’t sure about bubbles; they seemed to have a life of their own. Many strange things existed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and although he’d asked the Face of Everyman the answers were never clear. He would bolt if that big one drifted his way.


In his mind Fitzhugh had never lost an argument and he seldom let an opportunity go by when he would gladly tell a naive newcomer to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the facts of the matter. Often recalling several confrontations in the moments of sharing. the Face of Everyman took this time to nap inasmuch as he would not be called upon to verify such far fetched stories.


Phyllis needed money for tuition. Education at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa A&M didn’t come cheaply so she hired out as a Nanny. the Face of Everyman was relieved that someone else was responsible for the supervision of these small songbirds.


Terrence was a timid soul. Stories by the Face of Everyman of crabs and turtles nibbling at your toes freaked out this would-be swimmer. His parents sought help from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Mental Health Clinic and the venerable sage agreed to stop telling scary stories; at least for now.