the Face of Everyman

Using the primitive x-ray techniques available at the time the Face of Everyman was able diagnose various complaints at the rural clinic. Somehow guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa rarely had serious injuries.

It was siesta time on a summer like day in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. But somehow the Face of Everyman couldn’t close his eyes.

To pass the time in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa scary silhouettes were displayed. Some were even too much for the Face of Everyman.

True to his word the Face of Everyman had the pond at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa filled. Not without a degree of personal discomfort.

Water levels were dangerously low in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everman had expected rain or snow to replenish the water level. This was not to be this Winter. The Venerable Sage wondered if praying for rain would help.

Some days there is nothing to report from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Of course, there would be time for a nap by 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.