Bonds With Angels
“Above it all, those giant “Grand Canyon Caverns” signs beckon you to explore the wonders that lie beneath. But first, let’s take a walk on the wild side… Are you ready to Explore Route 66 ?”
Bonds With Angels
Bill Cornwell called me up and said
“You spoiled your grandson’s vacation!”
“How did I do that?”
“You got tired.”
“What?”
“You got tired in the cave and had to take a rest due to your obesity!”
“I’m a senior. I suffer from Chromic Lung Disease. I quit smoking sixteen years ago.”
My daughte ont jbew tghus guy fir two minths,
:He may propose, Daddy!”
O later learned the altitude has an affect.
Again, Bill is talking about me investing in the Bar and Grill my daughter, and her aunt brought up at the family reunion. Ten members of my family inherited a half million dollar. I got a small position and made my daughter the Trustee of a Special Needs Truss because I was getting SS money. I remined Bill I got twenty four years of sobriety. I get the since – this ragoing alboloci has taken my famuky – BOSIAGE
“I was obsessed with learning about the Salem witch trials when I was a kid. I could not figure out why they would wage war against the healers.” Heather Hanson
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Bill Update for Today: We finally got to meet with the plastic surgeon today, and the good news is no surgery or grafting is required. The surgeon even gave me a shout-out for my awesome nursing skills – who knew I had a hidden talent? The surgeon was a bit skeptical about Bill’s brilliant plan of a two-week road trip, but the nurse in the room was totally on board. I guess that’s why nurses are the real MVPs. We can finally share a picture, but don’t say I didn’t warn you – it’s a real doozy. Let’s just say his legs were a lot worse last week. Thanks to everyone’s kindness, the Go Fund me is going strong, and his business bills are getting paid. We’re filled to the brim with gratitude, and all the hilarious jokes and memes are keeping Bill’s spirits high.
My Dead Uncle Vinnie bankrolled Wild Bill Cornwell’s crazy-ass drive to Oatman – twice! He had to do a re-take, this time with out the Fuddy Duuddy Old Parasite who lost his balls because he can’t drink like a fish anymore. Heather warned me that Drunken Aunt Linda may take over OUR family reunion. Heather Hanson is the master of the half-truth. She was talking about Bill, who was born on my mother’s birthday. My daughter was born on my mother’s birthday! It was a rerun of ‘The Vic and Rosemary Show’. Talking about wanting to be the center of attention! After insulting the piss out of me on our trip to the Grand Canyon, with a stop in Oatman, we are having dinner.
“Bill….You do know I’m writing a biography of our family?”
Bill gave me this look that puzzled me. It was as if I had interrupted his Great Scene that he had been delivering since he got on the plane to attend his friends bachelor party.
“Yes!” he said with the infamous Cornwell Angst that came over on a clipper ship. I looked at my daughter, wondering what she had been telling this Beer Lush – who was worse than her best friend Leah, who flew into a rage;
“I’m so jealous of you and your father’s relationship. I want to hit you – real hard. I told you it wouldn’t work!”
“Leah. If you attack my daughter I will restrain you!”
I called up Leah’s mother and I put this poor girl on the train. I actually liked her. Her found-father had rejected her. I suspect Heather was telling her she could come live with me because her mother was practicing tough-love, and throwing her out of her home when she acts up. I seemed to be a real nice tolerant guy – who would put up with anything.
I hated Bill – form across the airport lobby! What I am now getting to understand, is, if you are a member of a famous family – with lots of bucks and publicity – then people are going are going to be jealous, then run the…..
“If I was in your shoes! You don’t deserve your fame and fortune! I do! You talk about your problems, and want me to feel sorry for the terrible childhood you had, well all famous people got sad stories! That’s what makes them famous!”
Heather warned me about her Lover’s Sad Story, that he knew he was going to lay on me – REAL THICK – as he downs pitchers of beer and his favorited cocktails.
“Bill refuses to help his mother!”
“Why?”
“Because she is so obese, she has to use a wheelchair!”
“Oh!”
When Bill spotted me seventy-five yards away, he lowered his head in disgust. Here comes another cross to bare. I weighed 265 pounds. Poor Bill. Can Mommy Heather buy you another cocktail with her money she earns as a dentist assistant?
Uncle Vinnie left Vicki and Mark Presco $50,000 dollars a piece. I got $25,000 and Christine got nothing. The Rice Trust was made while our famous kin was still alive – and had money! Not once did Heather show any empathy towards Christine – or me! She grew up jealous of us. While her and her mother are living like paupers on food stamps, Christine and I are rolling out of limousines, drunk out of our mind, on the way in to another swank club. I swear, the only reason Heather wanted to be famous, was to get a Money Shot, of her opening the door to a limousine, and vomiting’s in the gutter – with her legs open!
“Is that beaver? Do I see famous Heather Hanson’s – beaver!”
When I saw my daughter in the Las Vegas, I beheld a alcoholic, who was looking for more alcoholic solutions. Bill had to get sober to keep his job at the Santa Rosa fire department. I have not seen my grandson in ten years. We have not talked.
What occurs to me, is Heather and her family realized Tyler and I loved each other, and had an hones and overt relationship. My grandson was not using me as a pawn – in their game! Heather had not love for me, and did not confide in me, yet, she talked about me behind my back, let others know there was a hidden agenda, and, I could be manipulated to get what – they want – whatever that was! With Tyler, I had my happy ending – and they knew it. They had to capture my beautiful grandson and use him as another carrot on their evil stick.
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“I was obsessed with learning about the Salem witch trials when I was a kid. I could not figure out why they would wage war against the healers.” Heather Hanson
Above is my daughter dressed in the Merlin costume her mother made for her. I saw a pic of Heather dressed like Peter Pan – when she was fifteen. I believe Patrice made the burning witch costume for my granddaughter, Ember. WTF!
I was reminded of a Fellini movie.
Adventures, Glamping, Hiking | January 31, 2025
7 Tips to Avoid Grand Canyon Altitude Sickness
The Grand Canyon, one of the Seven Natural Wonders, attracts millions of visitors each year with its vast landscapes and endless adventures. While its elevation—ranging from 2,000 feet at the canyon floor to over 8,000 feet on the North Rim—rarely causes altitude sickness, some visitors may experience shortness of breath on steep hikes or stairs. Knowing how to prevent and manage Grand Canyon altitude sickness will help you adjust quickly, so you can fully enjoy the epic views and unforgettable experiences. Let’s dive into what you need to know.
When you turn the corner
And you run into yourself
Then you know that you have turned
All the corners that are left
James Langston Hughes
Trouble breathing at the Grand Canyon is usually altitude sickness, caused by the thinner air (less oxygen molecules per breath) at high elevation, leading to shortness of breath, headaches, fatigue, or nausea as your body adjusts. To prevent it, hydrate well, take it easy the first day (limit exertion), and acclimatize slowly. If symptoms arise, rest, drink water, and descend if severe; people with existing conditions (like COPD) or inhalers should bring them and consult their doctor.
Bill Cornwell – Cons Children
Merry Christmas – everyone! I just got up and felt
SO FRIGGEN FREE!
The Long Con of Patrice Hanson. and Linda Comstock, is
FRIGGEN OVER after forty years!
After finding the proof Bill Cornwell is an Evil Con Artist, I feel like I have been found innocent in Santa Claus Court located in Greenland
For twelve years I believed Bill used the children of single mothers as a ply to get in the door. Heres’ he is with two victims at the play-bar he bought. When I didn’t buy Baby Boo-Boo a real bar, he said;
“You are about to lose your daughter and grandson.”
This is Conspiracy to Defraud a Trust. How many of my readers want to see Baby Boo Behind bats. Help me identify where the above photo was taken on Route 66. How many Bucketlist Forever Dreams did Bill take to the ditch – with his victims? Bill was born on Captain Victim’s Birthday. My father and I stopped at a all pole dancing spot omn the way to Grandma’s house.
Yeeeehaaaw! I think I got another Sparanos – based on reality!
John Presco
Cecember 25, 2025!
EXTRA! I just found the video of my daughter cashing the check from the Vincent Rice Trust – on Route 66.
Thanks Santa Clause – for the money shot!
Six months after our family reunion in Bullhead City, Bill Cornwell calls me on the phone and accuses me of traumatizing my daughter by calling Heather too many times – after she does not pick up for me!
“She agreed to by my Trustee, Bill, I need her to purchase some things – for me.”
Bill knew this was the truth, and I knew it really irked him, because after my grandson, Tyler Hunt, got car sick, and Heather took him into the desert to throw-up, Bill said this to me from the driver’s seat;
“You know, Tyler is just faking being sick in order to get attention from his mother. I’m trying to break him of this habit by ignoring him.”
When I was looking at videos I shot two years ago, I noticed I had caught Tyler really being sick. It was Bill’s Dream to drive on Route 66, and being a race car drive, he was really burning up the road on tight curves. No being able to see the road because the high seat-backs, make me noxious. I was not enjoying the feeling of the rear end, sliding, nor was Tyler. I wish I had got my camera out when we stopped, and not after Bill maligned my grandson’s character, he basically saying he was a fraud.
In this phone conversation Bill accuses me of ruing Tyler’s vacation by getting “tired”. This Big Baby is referring to me tiring in the cave he insister we stop in on the way to the Grand Canyon – because of the altitude! Bill rushed ahead, leaving me behind. Tyler turned and said;
“Wait for Papa!”
You can see how fare behind I was in this video. Bill was furious when I came up to this dude who was allegedly ready to propose to my daughter after knowing here – and Tyler – for only two months. He really digs my daughter, but, is having doubts about her son, because, Tyler has behavior issues. Bill of course, does not. So, to make this relationship work, Heather has given her sexy funfilled drunken lover carte blanche to make over my grandson in his image, so he will not long be a malingerer – like his grandfather! It must be something in my genes, that escpaped desvistating my daughter’s life, but, lay this six year old boy – low!
Bill Cornwell is a professional Child Handler like his father the ex-cop and Military Drill Sargent who name I failed to record. This Big Bullish Man is a real G.I. doll and a Tea Party Crazy, who flew to Texas to meet his future daughter-in-law, and her son! Of course he was impressed with Heather, the professionally trained Starlette, but, was not impressed with this six year old boy who was not brought up right. I mean, look at the good job he did on Little Billy!
Bill made my daughter late in getting to the Las Vegas Airport. He had to attend his pit bosses wedding that came up after my sister, Vicki, paid for Heather and Tyler’s fare. She had never met Tyler. Heather’s aunt Linda, her lover, were too alcoholic to pick us up. Vicki had to get up early for her twelve hour day, and was pissed when she had to wait two hours. I would not let my sister get in the long line of cars at the MGM where Bill was going to go on a two day drunken bachelor party thingy-wingy, which they made some movies about! He later let me know he had to walk two blocks.
When Heather and I went to pick him up at the Greyhound, we were twenty minutes late. Bill was struggling to get in some shade because it was 110%. Bill was really hung-over and needed a greasy slice of pizza that helps his stomach ache, coats it with grease In the store, I saw Billy Boy trying on cowboy hats, because he got a little burn waiting for us. I bought Vicki a new wooden toilet seat, because the one in the guest bathroom was broken.
I was hoping Billy Baby would get a clue and buy Vicki something to make up for the inconvenience he caused her. Heather’s job was to take care of her Lover Boy, and did not get aunt Vicki anything, either. For the next four days, I saw my daughter buy Bill Beer Boy, one cold one after another to be sure he stayed hydrated! These were not cheap beers! If I was still a drinking man I would have bought Billy the cheapest beer in the cooler, you know, Brown beer, with the duck hunter on the can! And, if he whined at me, I would have kicked his ass!
When Bill started reciting the history of the Vincent Rice Trust, where members of my family were left about a half million dollars, he told me I was being stingy with that money I got from the government. When I tried to tell him I could not spend that money the way he wanted, because a Special Needs Trust was set up for me, he called me a liar. I demanded he put Heather on the phone.
“Did you tell Bill all about my personal finances?”
“Yes!” she spat.
“Why?”
“Because we love each other, and we took an oath to tell each other everything.”
Heather told me Billy Beer gave her a job just after they met, which entailed she being the chief fundraiser for his racing career. Heather did not tell me er and her Bubba Redneck Boy were going to talk about going into the Bar&Grill business with aunt Linda and Flip, who died of acute alcoholism a year later.
Above is a photo of Billy and his Play Bar his daddy bought him so he would stay at home and not waste all his money on the high cost of booze in a bar. Note the nautical theme. This is Billy the Pirate with some mother’s child dressed in a sailor suit. Bill almost had a son before Heather and Tyler came along. Now that he had a woman to cook for him, Little Baby Dearest would not be eating steak at the Steak & Brew, laying out his paycheck, and washing it down with six pack at $8 bucks a pop!
Being she was my Trustee&Daugter, Heather felt she should give me some warning about what trouble was coming my way, lest I screech at her, ask why she did not let me know Billy would be competing with me for all the attention, and for my grandson. In a called she said;
“I’ve decided to downgrade my expectations. I no longer want to be a famous singer. I just want to sing at little clubs.”
Heather did not tell me Bill talked her into hitting up her rich aunt for money to open a Bar& Grill. You see, Bill Cornwell does not have a steady job. He is a handy man who talked someone into drive their race car, because that is Bill’s dream, to be a race car driver. Bill has never won a race!
Jon Presco
peter pan syndrome
Bill Cornwell’s Fraudulent Dream Drive
Bonds With Angels
By
John Presco
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Dear Daughter and Grandson, I just fond this – on Christmas Eve. 2025
“Bill has this dream of driving Route 66 — something that’s been on his bucket list forever. He’s still holding onto that dream, still hoping he can go in two weeks. But right now, we’re taking it one day at a time, waiting to hear from the doctors.”
I went to the doctors earlier. It was not good news. Six bad apples lined up in a row on the Bad Health Slot. My Doctor wished me a happy holiday, and when I reached for my cane, I was the Santa in Miracle on 34th. Street. I felt it was a omen.
I wondered if I could catch the guy who provided Robert fentanyl. I am working on a plan. Bill Cornwell came to mind. I googled him and found this Devil sucking free money out innocent people to take a drive on
ROUTE 66
Didn’t Bull Cornwell make two trips to Oatman. Who took this pic of Drunken Demon Flip hugging the child the next Home Alone movie is going to be based on.
It’s time for me to have a GoFundMe. Disney Productions, HBO, Netflix, are going to get a copy of this post. I am concerned about losing my Medicaid – and foods.
Heather, I told you twenty years ago
“All’s well, that ends well!”
Meditate on this, and give me call, And Tyler too!
Merry Christmas!
EXTRA! What kind of monster would steal the dream of beautiful six year old. This Devil interfered the healing I was doing on my family. I could have seen my sister before she died, And done an intervention on Drew Benton.
Call a family meeting, my daughter, and admit you let your guard down. When Bill said I was a parasite, and was going to lose my grandson, I offered to fight him in William, on the California border, He went crying to Tyler Hunt’s mommy. Why? Because I caught him. He was not invisible to me. I know THE REAL DEVIL when I see him!
Can I get a witness?
Home Alone In Oatman
By John Ptesco
A black Bentley rolls into Oatman. The boy inside has to take a pee – real bad. The Donkey bar is right there,
“Hurry! And don’t touch anything!”
“O.K. Mom!
“Oh God, I can smell the urine and stale beer! :
The man and husband go back to discussing the real estate in New York. They take off when they thought they heard the back door slam, but t was a chopper backfiring!
“Mooooooom! Daaaaaaad!” Come back. dont leave he in this hell hole
ALONE!
John Presco
Some stories write themselves. Go get some popcorn, and come up with your scenes! Write your ideas down, and send them to me?
You can trust me……………now!
“
I have made a strong case that I have inherited an archetypal Fairy Tale theme when it comes to the name Rosamond. Every good fairy tale is only as good as its archetypal villain, that, is, there must be a very wicked witch lurking in the back ground doing evil covert things, doing her best to divert the hero from saving the day and the maiden, then bringing a lost kingdom back into the light.
Story
If you know Bill Cornwell, then you know the kind of man he is — the guy who never says no when someone needs help. Whether it’s fixing your engine, patching up your house, or helping you put food on the table, Bill is always there. No hesitation. No questions. Just a big heart and willing hands. But now… Bill needs us. Last Saturday night, while living out a dream — racing again at Calistoga — tragedy struck. During qualifying, his car caught fire. The flames reached the floor… and then his legs. He was rushed to the hospital and treated for first and second-degree burns. He’s home now, and I’m doing everything I can — changing bandages daily, keeping him comfortable — while we wait for the plastic surgeon to give us the next steps. What makes this even harder is that Bill can’t work right now. And as the only employee of his brand-new construction company, that’s a massive blow. He’s the kind of guy who’d never ask for help… but I will. Bill has a heart of gold. He’s been there for so many of us, time and time again. And now, it’s time for us to show up for him. Bill has this dream of driving Route 66 — something that’s been on his bucket list forever. He’s still holding onto that dream, still hoping he can go in two weeks. But right now, we’re taking it one day at a time, waiting to hear from the doctors. I can cover our household expenses this month, but his business needs help. He needs about $6,000 to keep it afloat while he heals. So I’m asking — if you’ve ever been helped by Bill… if you’ve ever seen his kindness in action… if your life has been touched by him in any way — now’s the time to give back. Let’s show Bill that the love and generosity he’s poured into this community hasn’t gone unnoticed. Let’s show him that he matters — that we’ve got his back. If you can give, please do. Every bit helps. Let’s lift him up the way he’s lifted so many of us. With all my heart, thank you. 
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Malissa Vizard
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If you know Bill Cornwell, then you know the kind of man he is — the guy who never says no when someone needs help. Whether it’s fixing your engine, patching up your house, or helping you put food on the table, Bill is always there. No hesitation. No questions. Just a big heart and willing hands.
But now… Bill needs us.
Last Saturday night, while living out a dream — racing again at Calistoga — tragedy struck. During qualifying, his car caught fire. The flames reached the floor… and then his legs. He was rushed to the hospital and treated for first and second-degree burns.
He’s home now, and I’m doing everything I can — changing bandages daily, keeping him comfortable — while we wait for the plastic surgeon to give us the next steps.
What makes this even harder is that Bill can’t work right now. And as the only employee of his brand-new construction company, that’s a massive blow. He’s the kind of guy who’d never ask for help… but I will.
Bill has a heart of gold. He’s been there for so many of us, time and time again. And now, it’s time for us to show up for him.
Bill has this dream of driving Route 66 — something that’s been on his bucket list forever. He’s still holding onto that dream, still hoping he can go in two weeks. But right now, we’re taking it one day at a time, waiting to hear from the doctors.
I can cover our household expenses this month, but his business needs help. He needs about $6,000 to keep it afloat while he heals.
So I’m asking — if you’ve ever been helped by Bill… if you’ve ever seen his kindness in action… if your life has been touched by him in any way — now’s the time to give back.
Let’s show Bill that the love and generosity he’s poured into this community hasn’t gone unnoticed. Let’s show him that he matters — that we’ve got his back.
If you can give, please do. Every bit helps. Let’s lift him up the way he’s lifted so many of us.
With all my heart, thank you.
WE DID IT. YOU DID IT. BILL DID IT.
Okay, friends — grab a tissue, a drink, or maybe both, because this post is part love letter, part comedy special, and 100% pure gratitude.
It has been two weeks to the day since Bill’s accident and it has been rough. We were staring at massive burns, Amazon deliveries of medical supplies daily, and a small business that is solely owned and operated by Bill and with him injured all work came to a stop but bills did not….
But then… YOU happened.
You shared. You donated. You encouraged. You proved that the internet isn’t just cat videos and conspiracy theories, it’s also full of actual angels who step in when life body-slams you out of nowhere.
Every single dollar from Bill’s GoFundMe helped keep his business alive and covered the medical expenses. (Seriously, why does gauze cost more than guacamole?!) Because of you, we didn’t drown. We stayed afloat.
Now the sign might say “The End of the Trail” but for us it’s just the beginning. Next stop Chicago.
This isn’t just a trip. It’s the trip. Bill’s Bucket List Adventure we have been planning and paying on for a year. And then when the accident happened, we didn’t think we would be able to take it.
But Bill was bound and determined to make it happened! Bill said he’d rather be sitting in an RV looking at America than sitting in the living room feeling sorry for himself, and for once, I didn’t roll my eyes at one of his dramatic life quotes. So we packed up, picked up the RV, and hit the road. And let me tell you, the smile on his face when we pulled out of the driveway could’ve powered the whole vehicle.
So from the bottom of our hearts, and the shocks on this RV, which are working overtime … thank you. For helping Bill heal. For helping us hope. For helping us get back on the road, literally and figuratively.
Route 66, here we come.
With eternal gratitude, slightly questionable GPS skills,
Bill & Malissa
P.S. If you see a slightly confused RV trying to make a U-turn in the middle of nowhere… just wave. It’s probably us
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Sep 7
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Bill update: we had a few family and friends over to catch some football and snack on chips. It’s fantastic to see these two Racers in good spirits and joking about themselves while us girlfriends share a knowing glance. The brothers came by to tease him, their own special way of saying ‘I love you,’ and he got more Pepperoni Pizza, which made him happy. His Auntie stopped by with some medical supplies to share. I even let him drive the truck around the block after cleaning it, just to prove he’s still capable. Today was a good day and we’re looking forward to the Plastic Surgeon appointment tomorrow. Now it’s 7 pm, time for bed, LOL.
Sep 6
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Bill update of the Day: He managed to escape the bedroom today! Had a few visitors and even made it down the street to wish some friends a Happy Anniversary for a whopping 17-minute visit (sitting down, of course, with burns all covered up). Wounds are looking like they’re starting to really heal and only a couple blisters are still intact. Still not going to be a leg model anytime soon and walking on them for longer than 3 minutes is a definite no-go. But his spirits are better and he’s still deadset on taking his Bucket List Route 66 Drive on Friday.
Sep 4
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The Great Escape: Bill’s out of the hospital (with proper discharge papers, naturally) and after a crucial stop at Mi Pueblo, we’re settled back in at home. Monday’s follow-up with the Plastic Surgeon is on the horizon, and while his legs might be looking a little worse for wear, we’re headed in the right direction.
Thanks a ton for all the love and support, and cheers to Monica Fleury for bringing Bill his beloved bagels and me some much-needed coffee during our hospital adventure!
Sep 3
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Thank you all for your concern about Bill Cornwell. Here is an update: his burns have worsened, and we are back at the ER. He will be admitted. He wanted to share this update with everyone. Bill Cornwell. Believe me – no pictures are good at this time.
Wicked Witch On Route 66
I have made a strong case that I have inherited an archetypal Fairy Tale theme when it comes to the name Rosamond. Every good fairy tale is only as good as its archetypal villain, that, is, there must be a very wicked witch lurking in the back ground doing evil covert things, doing her best to divert the hero from saving the day and the maiden, then bringing a lost kingdom back into the light.
When I made plans to go to Bullhead City and make peace with my sister Vicki and her son, I did so for the sake of Christine’s daughters, and my own. I needed a happy ending for my autobiography ‘Capturing Beauty’. Another bad bio was written by a woman who also wrote a screenplay about my famous sister. There was a chance a movie about us would be made – and no family members realizing a profit! Heather understood this is what I needed for a very long time – CLOSURE – and a happy ending!
“Alls well, that ends well!”
When Tyler was born she suggested he was the happy ending. What we have instead is a evil covert fight over my grandson – a minor!
The original plan was for Heather and Tyler to spend a week in Bullhead City with Vicki, Shamus, and I. Bill Cornwell would be included, we interested in forming a bond with him because there was talk about a proposal of marriage, which could mean I would be a grandfather, again. However, Vicki was wrong about when her vacation was going to be, so she only had three days to spend with us. Bill was going to be in Vegas attending a bachelor party, and had a ticket. We decided to go.
In days Heather is telling me her aunt, Linda Comstock, is making her own plans, and if we let her, she will hog the itinerary, leaving us no time to see Vicki. What Heather did not tell me was she and Bill were planning to open a Bar and Grill. I suspect Linda is putting up the money. Linda had already offered one of her homes to Bill, Heather, and Tyler, but Ryan will not let his son move. Heather did not tell me Flip was going to promote her singing career. What about Heather being the Heir to Linda’s small fortune she inherited from her husband who was in his eighties when he died. Bill and Heather were sorely in need of money.
When I first met my sixteen year old daughter she showed me photos of her stay with her rich aunt in San Diago. She told me there was a tug of war between Linda and her mother. Linda looked down on Patrice hippie ways – now that she was rich! Before she married her Sugar Daddy, Linda Comstock worked as a hair dresser. She has no talent, no money making skills. She is a professed Buddhist. I found this odd, because Linda drinks like a fish. She is famous for her Happy Hours. Why would a Bhuddist use money to lure a child away from her mother? There is a large Bhuddist shrine in Linda’s living room – that I believe is just for show.
When I was at Linda’s I asked to see photos of my daughter in her aunt’s albums. Heather handed me two, which I searched in vain for an image of my beaiuftfoul daughter. I asked Heather where she was, and she pointed to two photos, one in each book. She had blended into the martini little weenie crowd. I think she was drinking a Shirley Temple in one. My daughter was dressed in Linda’s hand me down Happy Hour dress. Parents want their children to be born in their image. This is pure illussion, something real Bhuddists struggle against – for many lifetimes!
The first fight I had with Patrice Hanson was over her nagging me to spend two hundred dollars on a blood test, that would prove I am Heather’s REAL father. We had exchanged photos – that were proof positive! However, Linda Comstock was not convinced. She wanted a blood test because she was sexually molested as a child. I was outraged at this suggestion that I was an imposter posing as Heather’s father, so that I could get near her, and molest her. I felt that Linda had invaded my privacy and defiled our beautiful bond – we both long diserved!
In this e-mail I just presented the idea Heather come live with me. Patrice says she will get a yes or no answer from Heather, but, what about that blood test – first! This is a squease play – she already showing my e-mail to our daughter, and the answer was no. This is child abuse by an ault who is bidding her minor daughter to be cunning and manipulative – use people for her own good!
Bancrofthouse@… wrote:
> John, I hear what you are saying and will show this
> letter to Heather. She
> has to want this also and feel comfortable with it.
> As far as HUD goes, you
> probably should call them to find out what kind of
> verification they will
> need to have Heather included on your case as your
> daughter. In my experience
> as a worker for social services which I did for over
> 5 years, proof of
> relationship is necessary, i.e., birth certificate
> or other legal
> documentation. In this case we get back to the blood
> test. I hate to bring it
> up again because it seems to upset you. But I think
> it would be a good idea
> for you to check and see exactly what the
> requirements are. Love, Patrice
How could not Linda’s husband, a powerful lawyer, not be interested in launching a Paternity Suit – if indeed I was the real father – and IF I HAD MONEY! When it was ascertained by the Comstocks I had no money, did they suggest my daughter get away from me and get close to those in my family – who have money? I mean, there is the Rosamond Gallery, movie and books deals – and sixty million dollars worth of Rosamond prints.
Consider the witch in Sleeping Beauty pricking the finder of Princess Rosamond. Consider the possibility Bill wants to cash in on my story – after getting me out of the picture! Heather asked me if I could get Bill to submit to a blood test with my diabetes meter, because she suspected he was a diabetic. In a hotel room at the Avi, Bill refused to take this test. I suspect her knows he is diabetic, and thus was told he can not drink alcohol. If this is the case, then he should not get my daughter pregnant, because he will not be alive for very long, and she will have another child to support as a single mother – who has never been married!
God damn it! I want to see a Marriage certificate! That Linda employs two drunken goons to move me out of my daughter and grandsons life – is pure evil! I am going to see the proper authorities who will question Tyler about Linda peeing her pants, because it appears she is the one who peed in the back seat of the rental car, and then bid Heather and Bill to cover for her.
I am going to petition a court about getting visitation rights. I am going to ask the court to demand Linda, Flip, Bill, and Heather take blood tests to prove they are not abusing alcohol, and endangering my grandson!
Getting married involves getting a blood test. If I have to take a test – then you all got to take one! I want your blood to flow. I want a mass wedding, where Flip marries a member of the Rose Bloodline, and Bill! And – don’t you think it is about time Ryan Hunt own a marriage cirtificate. My God – this dude is a breeder! Jessica loves her son, Tyler’s half-brother, and should be wearing a wedding wring! Show me your rings – you friggen morons – or the image of my bloody radiated colon will haunt you long after I am dead!
Ya’all can get married at the Grand Canyon. I told my girfriend she’s got to own one sobriety before we speak words to one another! Have’nt you nits had enough!
GROW UP!
On the way to the Grand Canyon from Linda’s house, Bill drove like a maniac. This was his dream to take a trip on Route 66. As a race car driver he showed off his skills on hair-pin curves. We were airborn twice. Tyler and I were getting a tumbling in the back seat. I felt queasy because I could not see the road ahead, and prepare for another jolt. Tyler was getting car sick, and said so.
While Heather had her son outside the car, Bill Cornwell, turned to me and said;
“You know he’s faking it. He’s not really sick. He’s doing this to get attention, a trick he uses all the time. I am trying to break him of this.”
Bill was sick and hung over most of the time I was with him. He never made an effort to get to know my sister. Linda worked hard to get Vicki in the back seat.
When a letters to my seventeen year old daughter was returned to me with no forwarding address, I got a e-mail telling me why I was bien cut out of Heather’s life. Patrice had changed her phone number, and shut down the e-mail. I was bid to write her letters. I was admonished for not talking about myself, and instead, sending Heather genealogies.
When I saw Vicki in June she told me Patrice had contacted her, and wanted to have a relationship with her – and my daughter. Vicki saw them in Sonoma. Once this contact was made, I had no way to contact my minor daughter. Tom Snyder was aughrogig his bullshit biography of my famous sister who is kin to Elizabeth Rosemont Tyler, whose step-daughter, Carrie Fisher, wrote a screenplay about Rosamond. It is now clear that Patrice wanted information about my life so she could show them to Tom Snyder, and thus get her daughter in Rosamond’s biography. Was Linda Comstock privy to this scheme?
I will be getting a report from the car rental company about that back seat that was destroyed because someone tanked up with beer out on Route 66. I wonder if they kept so I can get a DNA test, to see who could not hold their bladder – their liquor!
How do women test for pregnancy?
My autobiography is about my historic family, that has grown even more historic due to President Obama blessing gay marriages. In the probate of Christine Rosamond Benton I object to the adveritemtn of the gay marriage novel between a Beauty Queen and Martina Navatrola. I wrote several p;ticians including the Gavin Newsom, who was they mayor of San Francisco. I complain how the four children and grand children of Vick and Rosemary Presco – who were legally married – are being exploited by outsiders who put us in bed with two married lesbians, who can not sire children, and thus will have no genealogies.
Linda and her brother Craig will never have children and they do not get my offspring! I am coming for my grandson. There is a man going round taking names, out there on Highway 61.
Let me leave you with this question: When did Linda Comstock learn Randall Delpiano was not Heather’s real father, and, did she wonder if he sexually molested my daughter? I thought I heard she always believed Randy was not the real father. Why didn’t she pay for a blood test?
Jon Presco
Copyright 2012
I am disowning Heather as my daughter. She is not my child in every
sense of the word. I gave her life and my blood, but that is all she
wanted from me. She and her mother were only interested in getting
Rosamond’s niece in Christine’s biography. Her mother invented an
excuse to put an end to all phone calls so I would only be able to
write Heather.
She just told me on the phone that the reason she and her mother
closed that P.O.Box, is because I did not write about myself, and
instead sent her material on my genealogical research. I was leery
of sending her letters because I suspect her mother may be writing a
biography of her own, and this is why she and her daughter no longer
cared about our Miracle. This is also why she carried on a secret
relationship with Vicki behind my back for over two years, she using
Vicki for material.
Heather told me that Tyler was the end of a good story. Like her
mother, Heather is using a child to attach herself to the Rosamond
legacy. She told me I could not stop her from seeing Vicki whom alas
she told me she has a close bond with. This is a SECRET bond.
Heather refused to hear that she forsake and betray me for Vicki,
and insisted I had it coming. When I told her Vicki was involved in
criminal fraud, and disinherited me in regards to my father’s Trust,
she told me she was going get a new phone number and never talk to
me again.
It gets even worse. Enclosed is a letter I wrote to the Superior
Court Judge who handled Christine’s probate.
Jon Presco
On my birthday, October 8th. I recieved an e-mail from Heather
containing photos of my grandson. For four hours I was overjoyed, as
we had not communicated in five months. Then, I saw another e-mail
she sent that was an e-card wishing me a hppy birthday – at first
glance. Then my joy tunred to sorrow when I saw that it was a Kidnap
letter, my beautiful grandson taken hostage and kept from me until I
admitted I was wrong, and I was condeming family members due to my
sickness.
Happy Birthday Dad! I still love you and I know one day you will see
the truth about me and my intentions. You will see that you are
wrong about me, my Mother and most of the people you have condemned.
So, until then I will continue to love you from a distance, where
myfeelings and my heart are safe from your sickness. I hope you get
well soon.
Love,
HeatherP. S.
Dear Honorable Gavin Newsom;By an incredible twist of fate it appears
our paths have crossed in regards to Lawrence Chazen and the Getty
family. There exists in the Probate of my late sister, Christine
Rosamond Benton, a overwhelming scandal that may become the focus of
much public attention in regards to Gay Marriages. In my sister’s
probate are letters I filed protesting the advertisement of the
Lesbian novel ‘Love Match’ which is about the marriage of Martina
Navratilova to a Beauty Queen. The author os this book was authoring
the biography of my sister who drowned at Rocky Point. She was a
partner of Lawrence Chazen in her Carmel Gallery.I am asking you to
champion my cause and help me be represented in this Court of Law
that has so far utterly ignored my ‘Family Values’. The two oldest
structures in San Francisco were brought around the Cape in a Clipper
in 1849 by my great grandfather , Carl Janke, who set them up in
Belmont. Janke is the co-founder of this city where he built
California’s first theme part ‘Tansforan’. These homes were later
moved to S.F.I am writing a biography of my later
sister.
Sincerely
John Presco
NDON — Call it bad timing. On the very day President Obama gave his endorsement to same-sex marriage, the British government appeared to defer a promise to legalize it.
Gay rights activists were described as “bemused” by the decision not to include the issue in the legislative program outlined Wednesday in the annual speech by Queen Elizabeth II.
Although same-sex marriage is a less emotional and divisive issue in much of Europe than it has proved to be in the United States, Prime Minister David Cameron apparently opted to avoid a potential spat with the right wing of his Conservative Party after a poor showing in local elections last week.
Alas, when Ms. Pierrot came to own the legacy this twelve year old boy began,
she introduces us to the indentity crisis Judy Nelson is having after being
seduced by the horse-faced Lesbian, Martina Navaterola – who PAID Judy $90,000
dollars to be her MAID.
After Sydney Morris’s Rosamond website came out, I sent letters to the Monterey
Court, to Judge Richard M. Silver, and to Morris, informing them that to promote
Judy Nelson’s book and lifestyle on my nine year old nieces website, was an
outrage, as it emasculates Judy’s husband before his daughter’s eyes, and thus
is child-abuse. Judy had a nine year old daughter, and not son, who took pity on
Martina after she got injured. This child was attending Martina’s tennis camp
paid for by her father. Seeing she had no family to wait on her until she
healed, this merciful child invited Martina to come stay at her family home
where everyone would just love to wait on her. Of course, Martina got a good
look at Judy the Beauty Queen, and could care less if this sweet little girl
brought her a bowl of chicken soup in bed.Martina then seduces the Beauty Queen,
and Judy remarks how thrilling and liberating it was to make love with a woman
for the first time – in her and her husband’s bed. The book then goes off into
the Gayzaro Zone in explaining the complex emotional gyrations the happy married
couple went through in order to get Judy’s children, and husband to accept what
was meant to be
When Ms.Pierrot and Sydney Morris came out with their Rosamond Publishing
webpage in 1997, they advertised the book ‘Love Match’ written by “socioligist”
Sandra Faulkner who just so happens to be authoring a biography about Christine.
Ms. Pierrot claims Christine chose Sandra when she saw her photograph on the
inside of ‘Love Match’ which suggests Christine had read this lesbian novel –
and might be keen on Lesbianism!
Ms.Pierrot says Sandra and Rosamond were having girl to girl talks about her
life – just before she kept her date with the Rogue Wave that was foreseen by
Kharah, Christine’s Tarot Card Reader.
I rushed off a letter to Morris and the Monterey Court saying I doubt there was
an interview between Sandra and Christine, and if there was, the notes of those
meeting were the property of the estate and could not be used until the probate
was over.
Vicki told me Sandra quit the project and ascounded with a $5,000 dollar
advance. Was she outraged because Pierrot took the liberty to say she had
interviewed Christine? Aunt Lillian swore up and down to me on the phone that
there was no meeting, and, Sandra snubbed Lillian at a Rosamond Gallery opening.
Here is Shamus, the egregious liar.
“I don’t think I am Heather’s father. (I have 2 sons and a
vasectomy. I’m happy with just 2 sons) The part where you accusing
me of shielding her from you and her grandson is due to the fact I
was asked by Heather NOT to give out her phone number or address. If
you asked me not to give your where abouts I would do the same. It’s
a matter of trust. That’s why it was my idea that she make a new
email address so you two could be in contact. It didn’t violate
anything she asked me to do.”
How can you believe this quote:”You know,” she says aloud, “if a
giant wave came right now, it could take me out to sea, and I could
drown.”This was quoted from my own mom, whom you believe a liar.
Shouldn’t you disbelieve that as much asa nything else that she or I
says. You have no “proof” that Christine said this. Mom’s words
aren’t proof according to you since you don’t trust her. You don’t
get to use only the words you want as your truth, as you aren’t
qualified to discern which is the truth and which is a lie. Either
you trust what she says or you don’t. You can’t go “well this
soundsl ike it could be true, but this doesn’t.” It’s all hearsay.
Believe it or don’t. Don’t be a hipocrate.
a) Offense defined.–A person who removes a child from the child’s
known place of residence with the intent to conceal the child’s
whereabouts from the child’s parent or guardian, unless concealment
is authorized by court order or is a reasonable response to domestic
violence or child abuse, commits a felony of the third degree. “
ack in the early 80’s I bought a subscription to Relix. With the
scrip you got a free ad. I placed the ad asking for certain shows.
At the time I owned a mail order business and had an 800 line to
service it, which I naively listed as a way to get in touch with me.
I didn’t realize that I would be perceived as someone selling tapes.
Anyway, I get a call from someone calling himself Randy Delpiano. He
was very smooth, and after a few minutes told me very politely that
he was checking me out on behalf of the band to make sure I wasn’t
doing anything wrong. This guy could rap. I wound up talking to him
for over an hour. he seemed to have a lot of inside information, the
old”It’s funny you mention that. I was talking to Jerry just the
other day about that very same thing”
The event passed and I didn’t think too much more about it until a
year or so later I read something in The Golden Road about a guy
being arrested for impersonating Bobby and embezzling money from a
number of women. The guys name was Randall Delpiano. I wonder if
this could be the same guy?
Several years before he started impersonating Bobby, he was a leech
in the Dead scene. He had a huge tape collection and would get
people to give him boxes full of blank tapes, pretending he was
going to fill them with rare gems. I knew people who got scammed
this way. That’s why we took keen notice of reports that he had
moved on to a whole new level of scamming. Amazing that he kept
impersonating Bobby even after being busted for it!
2. Can Someone Other Than The Parents Have Physical Or Legal Custody?
Sometimes Neither Parent Can Suitably Assume Custody Of The Children,
Perhaps Because Of A Substance Abuse Or Mental Health Problem. In
These
Situations, Others May Assume Temporary Custody Of The Children
Under A
Court-Ordered Guardianship Or Foster Care Arrangement.
3. What Factors Do Courts Take Into Account When Making Custody And
Visitation Decisions?
The Court Will Normally Favor The Parent Who Will Best Maintain
Stability
In The Child’s Surroundings. There Is No Set Standard As To What
Constitutes “Stability,” But A Judge Looks For Continuity In A
Child’s
Life. To The Degree Possible, A Judge Will Try To Maintain A Child’s
School, Community And Religious Ties.
A Court Gives The “Best Interests” Of The Child The Highest
Priority. What
The Best Interests Of The Child Are In A Given Situation Depends
Upon Many
Factors, Including:
Oatman is fiercely proud of its Route 66 heritage and replicas of 66’s black-on-white US highway shield are posted all over the town. Route 66 souvenirs abound and many tourists have pasted autographed one-dollar bills on the walls and ceiling of the Oatman Hotel’s bar and restaurant. Estimates of the number of bills run into the thousands.
From Laughlin, Needles or Bullhead City, Arizona, Oatman is a short drive on State Route 95 to its intersection with Boundary Cone Road in Fort Mohave. About 10 miles (16 km) east of SR 95, Boundary Cone Road meets with old 66, now named the “Oatman Highway.” Oatman is only about four miles (6.5 km) from there.
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Go Fund Me for Bill Cornwell
Malissa Vizard
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If you know Bill Cornwell, then you know the kind of man he is — the guy who never says no when someone needs help. Whether it’s fixing your engine, patching up your house, or helping you put food on the table, Bill is always there. No hesitation. No questions. Just a big heart and willing hands.
But now… Bill needs us.
Last Saturday night, while living out a dream — racing again at Calistoga — tragedy struck. During qualifying, his car caught fire. The flames reached the floor… and then his legs. He was rushed to the hospital and treated for first and second-degree burns.
He’s home now, and I’m doing everything I can — changing bandages daily, keeping him comfortable — while we wait for the plastic surgeon to give us the next steps.
What makes this even harder is that Bill can’t work right now. And as the only employee of his brand-new construction company, that’s a massive blow. He’s the kind of guy who’d never ask for help… but I will.
Bill has a heart of gold. He’s been there for so many of us, time and time again. And now, it’s time for us to show up for him.
Bill has this dream of driving Route 66 — something that’s been on his bucket list forever. He’s still holding onto that dream, still hoping he can go in two weeks. But right now, we’re taking it one day at a time, waiting to hear from the doctors.
I can cover our household expenses this month, but his business needs help. He needs about $6,000 to keep it afloat while he heals.
So I’m asking — if you’ve ever been helped by Bill… if you’ve ever seen his kindness in action… if your life has been touched by him in any way — now’s the time to give back.
Let’s show Bill that the love and generosity he’s poured into this community hasn’t gone unnoticed. Let’s show him that he matters — that we’ve got his back.
If you can give, please do. Every bit helps. Let’s lift him up the way he’s lifted so many of us.
With all my heart, thank you. ❤️
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WE DID IT. YOU DID IT. BILL DID IT.
Okay, friends — grab a tissue, a drink, or maybe both, because this post is part love letter, part comedy special, and 100% pure gratitude.
It has been two weeks to the day since Bill’s accident and it has been rough. We were staring at massive burns, Amazon deliveries of medical supplies daily, and a small business that is solely owned and operated by Bill and with him injured all work came to a stop but bills did not….
But then… YOU happened.
You shared. You donated. You encouraged. You proved that the internet isn’t just cat videos and conspiracy theories, it’s also full of actual angels who step in when life body-slams you out of nowhere.
Every single dollar from Bill’s GoFundMe helped keep his business alive and covered the medical expenses. (Seriously, why does gauze cost more than guacamole?!) Because of you, we didn’t drown. We stayed afloat.
Now the sign might say “The End of the Trail” but for us it’s just the beginning. Next stop Chicago.
This isn’t just a trip. It’s the trip. Bill’s Bucket List Adventure we have been planning and paying on for a year. And then when the accident happened, we didn’t think we would be able to take it.
But Bill was bound and determined to make it happened! Bill said he’d rather be sitting in an RV looking at America than sitting in the living room feeling sorry for himself, and for once, I didn’t roll my eyes at one of his dramatic life quotes. So we packed up, picked up the RV, and hit the road. And let me tell you, the smile on his face when we pulled out of the driveway could’ve powered the whole vehicle.
So from the bottom of our hearts, and the shocks on this RV, which are working overtime … thank you. For helping Bill heal. For helping us hope. For helping us get back on the road, literally and figuratively.
Route 66, here we come. ❤️
With eternal gratitude, slightly questionable GPS skills,
Bill & Malissa
P.S. If you see a slightly confused RV trying to make a U-turn in the middle of nowhere… just wave. It’s probably us
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