Casino

Cheeky showed up early for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa grand re-opening of the Resort Casino. the Face of Everyman didn’t gamble himself but he saw no reason that he couldn’t cater to the vices of others.

Storms?

Today Cheeky was worried about the threat of Hurricanes devastating the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman assured him that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. Or, at least, he didn’t think so.

Picnic

The Labor Day Picnic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was huge success. Cheeky volunteered to be on the clean up crew. Naturally there was always a nut left over that was too big for a songbird to eat. the Face of Everyman was happy the ways things turned out.

Ploy

Cheeky was back to his old haunts at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This past winter he had spent at the gym perfecting his speed jump performance to enable him to beat the timer on the security camera. The venerable sage had learned of this ploy weeks ago and had upgraded the camera shutter speeds to hair trigger timing.

Platitude

Cheeky had scanned the dating sites for a suitable partner for long walks and fireside chats; but, without success. Surely in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa there was someone. the Face of Everyman could only respond that these things take their own good time. Somehow Cheeky wasn’t interested in hearing the same old platitude.

Cheeky

Once again, under the cover of a light fog and mist, Cheeky tried to evade the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa’s high speed security camera. All for naught; the Face of Everyman had been keeping an eye on him as he frolicked about.

Clinic Day

Cheeky was in line at the Clinic just as the Sun rose over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The only one to be excused from the vaccination mandate was the Face of Everyman. His basalt exterior was nearly as hard as diamond and would break any needle. The venerable sage was resigned to his vulnerabilities and always masked up when others approached.

SNAP

Cheeky was desperate. He had learned that the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program had been left out of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa annual budget. He begged the Face of Everyman to reinstate it. As simple as an ear mark perhaps. Winter weather at this remote location on the the Pacific Flyway was forecasted to be bleak.