the Face of Everyman

What could be better than a nice quiet Fall Day in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa? thought the Face of Everyman.

It was the calm before the storm that often worried the Face of Everyman. What would become of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa without his guiding hand?

the Face of Everyman awoke in a start, not knowing which way was up. Those twin Raccoons had twirled him around and around. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was no place for such hooligans.

Slowly the pumps lost pressure at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The once pristine waters filed with algae. the Face of Everyman began to notice a stench.

Did the Face of Everyman hear it or just imagined it that the next summit would be held at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa?

the Face of Everyman could not fall asleep after staying up each night to observe meteors and Arora Borealis. He could only hope that it would be an uneventful day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Just what the Face of Everyman needed; a refreshing bath as the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was being topped off. This was a Summer time treat.

The Sturgeon full moon shone down on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman celebrated this event with a traditional jar of Caviar.

the Face of Everyman was always concerned about his face. Today he worried that he hadn’t applied enough sunscreen. The Sun in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Sun could be relentless on a clear day.

the Face of Everyman entered another photo in the monthly contest held at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This one he titled: “March contrails over weathered owl box.” He crossed his fingers; hoping for at least a Blue Ribbon.