the Face of Everyman

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.

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.