The Bergdorf twins routinely left the Face of Everyman with his nose out of joint. The kindly ol’ pensioner just as routinely twisted it back. After all he was the face of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Dawn broke clear and quiet over the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Last night’s thunder and lightning were just memories. the Face of Everyman recalled the days of his youth on the flanks of Mt Mazama. In those days there was plenty of lightning and lava; enough for everybody.
At oh dark hundred a sudden storm knocked out power to the pumps that fed the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was forced to reset all his digital clocks. A daunting task.
High tides persisted and not even the Raccoons came out to splash in the pristine waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman felt refreshed after a night of uninterrupted sleep.
High water flooded the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Few guests attended the brunch laid out by the kindle ol’ pensioner. the Face of Everyman took this opportunity for some personal time.
the face of Everyman had fitful dreams of the lush forests overcoming the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Luckily a Garden Lady would come on Tuesday to fight back on the gross encroachment. He awoke in a cold sweat.
Security cameras detected no activity in the Foggy bottoms Resort and Spa on this quiet rainy Sunday. It was just as well as the Face of Everyman napped and dozed throughout the day.