1812 Overture

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By the time the band began play Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture, the smoke from the fireworks obscured almost everything in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman began to cough, and tears came to his eyes. The cannon fire was deafening.

Juggling

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When he thought that no one was watching the Face of Everyman would entertain himself by juggling a peanut shell from one eyebrow to another. It required heavy concentration, but it was about the only exercise available to him in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Hologram

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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

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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

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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.