the Face of Everyman

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.

The budget was so thin that the Face of Everyman was reduced to serving corn bread crumbles to the songbirds. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had not seen such dark days.

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.