Cyril had been working on his memoir.  By Chapter Five he was up to his life as a third grader at the Montetorkie school in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He was stuck.  He couldn’t recall if that girl who stole a kiss was a Finch or a Grosbeak.  Now he couldn’t even remember her name.  He wanted his life story to be accurate and perhaps a bit gut wrenching.  the Face of Everyman who had read the 1st draft assured him that nobody would notice.  “Perhaps the name Mary would sound authentic enough.”



Little Indigo was faced with quandary.  The big Friday night football game was getting ever closer.  It was the Montetorkie Intellectuals against some foreign football team who called themselves Manchester United F.C.  The sports program wasn’t all that big at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa K thru 12 but the Marching Band was highly regarded.  So he asked the Face of Everyman if it was too late to ask to switch from his role as defensive line backer to snare drums.  The venerable sage tried to wrap his mind around this unique question before he could even hope to craft a coherent response.

Battling Eddie

Everyday of his life Battling Eddie had fought his inner demons.  Somehow he was tolerated by those at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  For several years the Face of Everyman had tried to help Eddie with his problem; but to no avail.  At long last, the Earnest Hemingway biographies were removed from the resort library and the poolside area designated a “No Violence” zone.

Match Making

Match Making is always a work in progress at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  For a small honorarium the Face of Everyman brings together suitable singles interested in a long term relationship.  Negotiations are not always smooth and a third party may be called upon to handle the tricky questions of the prenuptial agreement.



Whitey, The Bard was casting for his Summer Theater in the Park to be staged in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  He looked up when a voice asked if he was seeking experienced thespians.  The funny looking polka dotted stranger had a foreign accent but could sure spout lines from Shakespear and assured W that he had a vast repertoire that he could call upon at will; casually mentioning the name of repertory theater that sounded vaguely familiar.  the Face of Everyman tried to signal The Bard that this fellow would be more trouble than he was worth.  In the end, the stranger flew off.  Peace and good fellowship once again reigned over this magical setting.


Civility was a treasured aspect of life at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “Namaste” said Raj as he greeted the Face of Everyman.  Raj had been studying Sanskrit and had noticed the curious markings found on the venerable sage.  He requested permission to make a charcoal rubbing for further study.  Everyman did a quick smile and declined.  After all, besides being personal, it was, in truth, his DNA.