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.