CT-285 CORNERSTONE TRAVELER JUNE 8 ‘16

A hearty welcome to all my readers of this exciting and thought provoking issue of this bi-weekly newsletter. Also available online at www.cornerstonetraveler.com. To my online readers I must apologize that the last issue of this newsletter was not available online. This was because my online provider, Verizon, messed up my online service for the fifth or sixth time in the past two years.

mid-Hudson Valley news: I have been noticing that more farms are being planted in New Paltz and the surrounding towns. There is the farm that appeared near to Hurds Family farm on Route 32 South. There is another that started to harrow the field last year on what was the Hepworth farm, first established in 1818. There is another that started on the corner of South Putt Corners Road and Route 32 south. I believe that this farm was established to sell farm produce to nearby peoples and the driving public.
Spring and early summer is noticed by the appearance of yard sales that are springing up almost everywhere.
Last week was heavy with pollen especially Pine Tree pollen and I had to use my windshield washer to clear the pollen off my windshield every morning.

observations: I have been noticing that the presumptive Republican Party candidate for the presidency, Donald Trump can’t seem to speak without disparging others. We saw this when he criticized Megan Kelly at the first Republican debate because he didn’t like the question she asked. Then he made a remark about the appearance of Carly Fiorina at another debate. He was unhappy with a question asked by a disabled person and he made some cruel remarks and gestures of the man’s disability. I know if he did that to me (being disabled myself) I would have punched him in the face then slammed my knee between his legs hard enough that an emergency tonsillectomy would have had to be performed to remove his gonads from his throat. If of course, the Secret Service would have let me get close to do what my intentions were and if they didn’t try to stop me.
He criticized the judge that is hearing the case against his university because the judge is Mexican which he isn’t, but his parents were born in Mexico.
I am no psychologist but it appears to me that Mr. Trump is so thin skinned that the only way he can deal with detractors is by calling them out or insulting them. Kind of sad, don’t you think.
He claims that he was being audited by the IRS because he is a Christian. I’m a Christian and if the IRS audits me I can claim that they are doing it because I’m a Christian. The only difference between me and Donald Trump is that I actually go to church.
sports: The Yankees are in 4th place in the Atlantic Division of the Eastern Conference of the American League with a record of 26-30 and 6 ½ games back.
The Mets are in 2nd place in the Atlantic Division of the Eastern conference of the National League with a record of 31-24 and 2 games back.

other: As with all previous issues of this newsletter, everything printed here is either copyright protected or copyright pending.
The history of P&G’s follows this newsletter from 1900 when the building was first constructed to about the mid 1930’s.
Following this history is the second part of the short story I am writing. The first part of this story appeared in a previous issue two issues earlier called TJ DAVIS. The second part is called BILLY. I hope you like it.

Thank-you – Rik McGuire
The History of P&G’s from the Beginning

Travel back more than a century to the spring of 1900 as builder John H. Hasbrouck and his men construct a 50′ by 28′ building on the site of the current P&G’s Restaurant. Look around and begin to imagine.
The first floor features a fountain with water softly falling into a cobblestone basin. The exotic effect is enhanced with darting goldfish and blooming water lilies. Palms set liberally throughout the room, provide an air of privacy for those seated at the groups of small tables. Patrons, dressed in their finest, sit chatting, sometimes courting and enjoying the establishments fine refreshments.
The upper story is a promenade, opened to a full view of sunset over the Shawangunk Mountains. Live music gently eases you from afternoon into evening. Welcome to the ambiance and hospitality of the Casino.
The Casino’s owner, Mr. Steen, had correctly envisioned the areas many tourists, summer boarders and trolley passengers stopping to enjoy the unique features of his establishment. The terminal station for the trolley line from Highland is located just across Main Street. It is said that Steen patterned the Casino after the famous Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado Springs.
On June 1, 1900 the Casino was officially opened. That evening “a large number of people enjoyed the ice cream, music and the lovely mountains views.” according to the New Paltz Independent newspaper. Music was provided by a band which included a piano and several other instruments. The Casino soon became famous for Saturday night dances held on the second floor of the open pavilion. It was decorated with flowers and vines suspended from the rafters. The crowds were so large that special late trolley cars were run to accommodate the guests and take the orchestra back to Poughkeepsie.
The electric power shut down at midnight. According to Independent writer Delia Shaw “…the time of closing and the departure of the last trolley (run by electricity) had to be reckoned with, but as was often the case, several folks ‘Missed the Last Trolley’… seems between intermissions the fellows would walk their girls down the street where numerous straw thatched summer houses were located on the banks of the Wallkill River and they were so preoccupied with making love by the light of the silvery moon that they forgot everything.” Shaw continued. “Saturday Nights In New Paltz Became A Legend! There was not a single hitching post available, nor an inch of space under any of the sheds of the five local hotels. The Casino drew people from surrounding towns and they came via hay loads and 4 seated carriages, while some men even walked and carried their dancing shoes. ‘Little Larry,’ the shoeshine fellow, did a landslide business on Sat. Nights! As did all the merchants and the stores open ‘til 9 p.m.”
By 1921 the Casino had changed hands and names, becoming the Blue Crane Inn. Ads of the era read.
The big Night at the Blue Crane Inn
Dancing Every Wednesday and Saturday Evening
In the Chinese Hall-Good Jazzy Music.

The cornerstone of nightlife in New Paltz continued to thrive.
In 1925, after 28 Years of service, the Highland to New Paltz trolley company folded. The demise of the trolley business and the affordability of the automobile meant peoples outings were no longer confined to the trolley’s narrow corridor. They could drive to any village hotel, restaurant, or scenic spot that caught their fancy. Indeed, New Paltz and the Blue Crane Inn lost their captive audience. The Inn, however, continued to accommodate people well into the 1930’s. Other establishments came and went until 1947 when it became Pat and Georges and ultimately was nicknamed the P&G’s that welcomes everybody.

BILLY

Hi. My name is Billy Stark and I am writing to say I saw the obituary for TJ Davis. I also saw the front page spread that TJ could see and communicate with angels. I read all the letters to the editor of that newspaper that scoffed at the idea that TJ Davis was in actual communication with angels. I read where his widowed wife, Lily and his friend, Clem released his manuscript of his God given ability to see and communicate with angels then see the demons.
I believe his manuscript for I am one of those people who were given the gift to see and communicate with angels. I also see the demons TJ wrote about, but like TJ, I do not communicate with those evil beings and I really don’t want to, believe me. I wish TJ and I could’ve hooked up so we could aid each other in foiling the evil desires of those damned demons!
I wish those people who scoffed at the idea that TJ, myself and others like us can and do see the angels and demons would only open their eyes, read the bible. I mean actually read the bible and not those passages that only confirms their beliefs of the teachings of their messiah, Jesus.
I wonder how many of these so called Christians actually read the New Testament in total. I have to wonder how many of these so-called Christians actually read what Mathew wrote in Chapter 6 verse 26 that Jesus taught if you divorced then remarried, you were commiting adultery. A violation of the 6th commandment. Or as TJ wrote that Jesus taught that you cannot serve both God and money. I believe that TJ was right when he thought that many of these same “Christians” put money over God as the god they worshipped.
Back to the angels and demons both TJ and I see. Or what TJ used to see and is now an Angel in Training with his death.
TJ commented that he wished he could meet and team up with others like himself who could see angels and demons. There are others like TJ and myself. I know of ten and have been told there are hundreds more. We are a minority in the human world. I know one very personally, Angelica, my lady friend. We are to be married. But we have not decided on where and when we will be married or by whom. We both know that the person who marries us must believe in our ability to see and converse with angels. We both see those damn demons, but do not wish to converse with them. We just want to thwart their evil plans.
Actually more people can see the angels and demons if they only allow their mind to see them. But they subconsciously don’t want to see the angels and the demons the angels try to control.
A well known New York Ties bestselling author called these demons bodachs. Bodachs he explained were demons who savored on the souls of people who were destined to die tragically and unexpectedly by the use of violence. The writer could call them whatever name he wanted, but they are still demons.
Angelica and I have been spending our time trying to thwart the desires of these demons. TJ was right when he explained that these demons were not accepted to be part of the collective consciousness of God. This disturbed them greatly enough that they thought it was in their best interests to cause as much disturbance in the mortal world as possible.
I am unsure how much more I can write about those damned demons. I guess I can only write what their soul desire is to create as much greed and chaos in the mortal world, my world.

Angelica and I were lying in bed one night when we saw the brilliant lights of the Angels. There must have been over a hundred of them, but they said nothing as they floated over us as we lay in bed. Suddenly they separated into two groups to form a passage way. Then we saw this fuzzy dot of light between the two groups of Angels.
The fuzzy dot of light seemed to be miles away, but moved slowly towards us. As this fuzzy dot of light got closer a being began to form. Angelia and I didn’t know what to expect and just waited almost breathlessly
Finally the image of TJ became clear to our bewildered eyes. He just held up his hand and smiled at us.
I’m glad there are more people like me or what I used to be. He explained.
We could only nod that we understood what he had whispered in an angelic voice.
I’m happy here with the angels of God. He whispered again. But I wish I could’ve done more when I lived.
“You did all you could to keep those demons at bay.” I said to the angelic image of TJ.
TJ shook his mist shrouded head. I could’ve done more. I just didn’t know how.
“But you tried.” I insisted.
I have come before you to tell you of a group of people who want to cause death, destruction and chaos in America. TJ whispered.
“Tell me where I can find them and I will do my best to thwart their evil plans.” I told the image of TJ.
Again TJ shook his mist shrouded head. I can’t tell you who they are exactly. I can only lead you in their direction.
“Lead the way TJ.” I said rather loudly and Angelica poked me in my ribs.
On Friday go to the mosque on Center Street. They will be there to cause chaos to the Muslim worshipers. You will learn what their evil plans are. But you cannot expect any help from me or the true Angels. He whispered.
How do you know it will happen on Friday?” I had to ask.
TJ only smiled. Angels and I travel the same time line as humans and other creatures on earth do, but you might see us in a perpetual loop as we travel the normal time line from past to present to future. If we move forward on this loop we can see the future. As we circle this loop we will come back to the present from the past as we try and complete the loop until we finally get back to the present. Unfortunately because I am relatively new as an Angel in Training, I can only see a few days into the future. Therefore I know what will happen on Friday at the mosque.
“How will we know who is who and who will create the chaos you saw?” I asked.
TJ only smiled. You will know by all the demons over their heads urging them on. Trust me.
I nodded in understanding. “I will make sure my cell phone is charged so I can call the police.”
That may not be enough. TJ whispered. Because the police might not get there soon enough to stop the death, destruction and chaos these men wish to inflect on the Muslim people. Call the police, but be prepared to stall the men with the demons attached to them.
“Angelina and I will do our best.” I promised TJ.
I know you will. TJ whispered as his image moved away and formed a fuzzy dot of light, seemingly miles away.

Friday – near dusk
I drove Angelina and myself to Centre Street to try and stop the intentions of the evil desires of the demon controlled assholes who were intent on causing death, destruction and chaos. We both knew if these shitheads were successful with their desires, the ordinarily peaceful Muslims would be forced to retaliate. Against whom, they couldn’t know, but retaliate they will. Which are most likely the desires of the demons who controlled their actions.
I gave my cell phone to Angelina. “You call the police while I try to get in the way of those shitheads and slow them down. So they will not complete their mission.”
“You think you can do it?” She asked.
“I can only try.” I told her.
“Maybe you should have the gun.”
“You know how I hate guns and couldn’t use one to kill another. No matter how hateful he or she is.
“So what will you do” Angelina asked.
“No clue. But I will know what to do when the situation arrives.”
“I hope so!”
I parked the car two streets away for the mosque at least an hour before the Friday night services were to begin. We hid ourselves between two buildings near the mosque and just waited. Finally the worshipers began arriving and last to enter were three men who didn’t look Muslim in anyway. I don’t know if I could differentiate between Muslim men and non-Muslim men. But I could because I saw the demons cavorting playfully over their heads. Angelina saw the demons too.
“Call the police.” I said to her. “I will try and delay them from entering the mosque.”
“What are you going to do?” She almost cried.
“Still no clue. I’m going by instinct only.”
“Be careful.”
“Always.”
I just stepped from between the two buildings we were hiding in and stumbled to the first man with demons and grabbed his coat like a drunkard trying to stay upright. I managed to pull him to the ground. The other two shitheads almost fell upon us when we fell.
“I’m sorry sir.” I said as I climbed on top of him. I rose and extended my hand to help him up and all I got was a Glock pistol with silencer in his hand. He was about to pull the trigger when police sirens were heard by all. The man quickly withdrew the pistol from his hand to his jacket pocket. As did the other shitheads who had drawn their pistols ready to perforate my body with their bullets. Less than a minute later four police cruisers had blocked both entrances to the street that Centre Street was attached.
The police arrived with pistols in hand. “We were told there was to be a shooting here.” One police officer said. “Who was to do the shooting?”
I only pointed to the man I had grappled with and to his two companions. They were thoroughly frisked by the police who found at least five Glock pistols with sound suppressors.
As the three of them were led away to the police cruisers, they glared at me angrily and I could only smile and wave to them. But I knew Angelina and I had to hide ourselves from these assholes.
Later that night. Angelina and I saw the image of TJ smile at us. You did well. He whispered.
“Now we have to hide ourselves.” I told TJ.
He shook his mist shrouded head. Don’t worry about it. You are well protected by me and many of the angels who now look over you.

Greed is unholy! If the greedy want to believe this or not, it is unholy. These greedy people will not accept that their messiah, (Jesus taught against greed.) They believe that they will get their money from wherever they can, even if it means stealing from the lower and middle class in America.
I am writing this with the hope that people will read this when I am still alive and married to Angelina. Both Angelina and I continue to see Angels and the demons the Angels point out to us. We do our best to thwart the evil desires of these demons who only get very pissed off because we stopped their evil plans.
Angelina and I were married a month ago, but we haven’t been able to go on a true honeymoon because we are witness to the evil doings of the demons Will this ever end?