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By now I hope you have translated the other 6 articles in the series to glean more information on Stamford. "Frank Torey" was the pseudonym for Francis D. Shelden, who was wanted by the FBI as far back as 1960 for "molesting" boys, who fled to Holland and was never extradited, who was involved in the U.S. with property (Fox Island, among others) used by men helping wayward boys--for nefarious purposes, it is claimed--who was a millionaire, who appears to have died in 1989(?), who had an identified brother (or son?), and much, much, much more. Google: "francis d shelden" "Amsterdam" "francis d shelden" "fox island" "francis d shelden" "michigan" ... (with quotation marks) and that will get you started. You have to keep following links (some lead to dead ends, but most don't) to get the information that you need for a comprehensive article on "Frank Torey". There is a lot of information available. Oh, off-topic. You probably imagine me sitting in a nice apartment, with a 72" flat-screen T.V. hanging on the wall, sipping a glass of Chablis, as I'm typing this. The reality is, I'm living in a homeless shelter, being fed horrible institutional food lacking proper nutrition (which has been making me more ill, and which is very difficult to eat due to dental problems), have cancer and has been operated on several times, but may be in remission (but the doctors don't seem to care enough to check if the cancer is still there), suffer from some neurological disorder that makes it almost impossible to walk, that causes me to lurch and almost fall dozens of time per day--and which did cause several falls which--fortunately--did not injure me (which the doctors seem to have no interest in diagnosing), may be losing the vision in my left eye (for unknown reasons which, again, the doctors haven't taken any interest in when I mention it, but which makes it difficult to read the computer screen), have been subject to a large number of indignities and much totally illegal treatment at the hands of the employees of the shelter where I am forced to live (that I cannot make any complaints about, or they will just kick me out into the street)--forced, because I don't want to go back to sleeping on park benches for lack of money, which all began due to the pandemic when I lost everything (I slept for a year and a half on the street), have been averaging 3-5 hours of sleep per 24-hour period for the past three months, when I actually need around 8 hours to feel normal--due to the feeding schedule here and my health problems (including a cough that has persisted for years, due to the series of serious bronchial and sinus infections I have suffered--again, that the doctors don't seem to care much about), have a sore on my foot that causes me great pain, and makes it impossible to wear shoes--as each step causes me great pain--whatever the weather, but instead wear cheap rubber sandals that I found thrown away--as I did all the rest of my belongings--clothes, computer, etc. (the sore which I've had for around 2 years that, again, the doctors don't take interest in but which makes it difficult to walk, and often wakes me up when I am fortunate enough to fall asleep), and who--due to all of the above--spend almost all my time in my tiny room (paid for by a social-service agency), almost never going out, except to go out to collect cigarette butts so I have a source of tobacco/nicotine, because I only have $2 in my pocket, am unemployable due to my health, with little hope of any other money as I have no pension of any kind and really am unable to work... BUT who... ...makes dozens of people smile and laugh every day, ...has done immeasurable good for our community, by contributing much important information to Ipce.info, Newgon, Boywiki, and more, ...is (forgive me for saying it myself) a genius at Googling for information, so could do so much more important work for the community, ...feels suicidal sometimes due to health/economic/social problems, (but has an unopened package of a strong opioid pain killer--also found thrown away--that is reserved for the "final exit" if things become much worse), ...is in desperate need of help, while many in our community have large sums of money available and don't know what to do with it, ...who knows no-one who will sponsor him, help him, or provide him with any kind of income (though the social worker says many fine-sounding words but does not actually do very much at all, except make many promises that are never fulfilled and soon forgotten) so that he can continue his work, and lead a more decent life. Wait a moment. My eyes are clouding up, and I can hardly see the computer screen, so I'll take a break, open half a dozen cigarette butts (that I collected from the street) extract the tobacco, hand roll a cigarette, all because of my nicotine habit... I'm back. I was wondering, do you have any suggestions on how I could improve my situation? Thanks! M. Other than the above, I'm fine, thank you. And how are you? |