Bancroft thought of himself as a visionary. Here and there in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he could be seen looking towards the future. His conversations were delivered in the form or pronouncements. Few, except the Face of Everyman, could understand such sayings as: a rising tide can lift the Titanic. No one dared ask for the time of day for fear of being forced to listen to something akin to a ruling from a high court.
Each day former lodgers of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa stopped to say hello to the Face of Everyman. Robespierre was noncommittal about whether or not the venerable sage would get to meet any of his new family. Container plantings purchased by the kindly ol’ pensioner didn’t really have enough undergrowth for good nest building. Perhaps, he and Cozette, would return when the plantings offered more mature cover.
Rosecrans was out on parole. The village magistrate had granted an early release for Christmas. He had to promise not to do scams or bilk guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman knew in his heart that things weren’t going to go right when within days “R” was selling time shares. He got top dollar for every Aerie.
the Face of Everyman was flattered when the newspaper editor returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa for a follow up story on “E’s” humble beginnings. The editors eyes glazed over when “E” spoke of deep magma chambers, tumultuous eruptions and grinding glacier flows. Sensing that he had lost his audience “E” opened his sea chest and displayed his medals: The Blue Max, Croix de Guerre, the Victoria Cross . . . From that point on the editor recorded every pearl of wisdom the venerable sage uttered.
Each year someone from The Village Press came to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to interview the oldest living veteran. This year the editor himself came to ask the tough questions. the Face of Everyman tried to insist that he was really a non-combatant; more of an observer really. The Editor pressed him ever harder; but “E” deflected such questions about being used as a cannon ball by Napoleon’s cannoneers. He would admit, however, to trying to enlist during the Pig War of 1859; but the editor had stopped taking notes. Ultimately the paper ran a small photo with the caption: Four billion year old veteran exhibits signs of memory loss.
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.