Some mornings a vague hologram formed above the head of the Face of Everyman He was never sure who it was. Cell phone reception in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was virtually nonexistent. One bar and a host of missed calls was the norm.

Public Works

In homage to the beginning of Spring the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa began a massive public works project. Most surprised and caught off guard was the Face of Everyman. The pool was drained, heater was removed and water clarifying agents added. Most importantly biological control of mosquitos was performed. Such measures were key elements in the contract between the venerable sage and resort management. Fearing malaria, he enjoyed his afternoon Gin & Tonic just like the old days in India.

Power Wash

Occasionally management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would install new technology. Seen above the Face of Everyman has elected to try the exfoliation micro scrub power wash. He recommended it to all that could afford the hi-tech treatment.


Annually the tidal bore swept inland to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa creating a fearsome maelstrom. the face of Everyman knew that it’s effects would last only minutes. He held his breath and ordered a round of brandy for all survivors.

Eons and Eons

the Face of Everyman was a patient soul.  After all, his humble origins were as molten magma cooling into a stately basalt column far to the North eons ago.  The ride South on a slow moving glacier was about the speed at which life seemed to be comfortable.  Yet, here and now, important things were slow to occur.  Six weeks ago he had requested that his space be cleaned and freshened.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hired some guy on Torkie’s List because of the lo-ball estimate.  Now, unsure when adequate fresh water would be flowing; his skin  was drying out and starting to exfoliate.  For the first time in his life he knew anxiety.