Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Noble & Ready

The name Alfonso means noble and ready. It might not be my given name, but it’s a good description of me. Noble means having or showing fine personal qualities: I’m betting waiting patiently for a prolonged period of time qualifies as noble. And I’m sure you can guess I’m definitely ready. I’m ready for you to figure out who I am.

Where it all started: for you, it all started on February 1, 1970, in Saugerties, Ulster County, New York, right off a public highway, not far from the NYS Thruway. That is where they found me and where the story begins for you.

Two children sledding near Plate Cove Road found a frozen body lying in the snow. That frozen body was me. I had been shot four times in the back of my head. The cops declared my death a “gang-land style slaying.” The story of my murder made the local newspapers throughout the 1970s. See, I didn’t have any identification with me and they were unable to identify me. Even today, people around the country are puzzled by what happened that day and who I am.

The investigation into my death and who I am took the cops around the world. They had reason to believe I might have been “foreign born.” They came up with this because of my ethnicity/looks, my possessions, the way I was murdered, and probably other reasons they never, even till this day, have disclosed. Regardless of how many countries they searched, and which databases the FBI or Interpol used, they were not able to come up with any information on me. They even questioned numerous members of organized crime, hoping the mobsters would identify me in exchange for helping them, to no avail.

How can you help? Well, if you know of any missing 35 to 45 year old, white European men from that time period, who had dark brown wavy hair with a bald spot, who stood about 5'3" and weighed about 155 pounds, you might know me. That would be how you could help. A little more information that might help you to help me: I was wearing a grey European style suit over pajamas. I had a gold Omega watch made by a company in Portugal. I was also wearing a gold ring with a red stone also made in Portugal. Now you know what I look like and what possessions I had with me that fateful night in February 1970.

The funny thing about this story, the one that’s about to end for you, is the cops thought for certain someone eventually would talk. They believed that one day the Mafia would finally give up my identity. Yeah, that’s a real kicker, seeing as how it’s been forty-one years and so far not one of those wiseguys has cracked. Maybe a deathbed confession some point over the next twenty years might still be possible: but is it realistic?

If you have any information about this man, please contact:

New York State Police Troop F
SP Kingston
1791 Route 209
Kingston, NY 12401
(845) 338-1702

VIEW HIS PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE:   Ulster New York John Doe February 1970

Reference: The Sunday Freeman, Sunday Morning, February 1, 1976
Reposted compliments of Cold Case Investigations on March 2011

1 comment:

FragileAngel629 said...

I believe it's "Platte Clove Road" (also known as West Saugerties Road). This is important for people who want to map it.