I want to focus on Natalee's disappearance and the massive cover up that spans multiple countries and a number of seemingly unrelated islands. The island factor, however, is key.

We are going to go back to the beginning:
My first recording about Natalee was June 22, 2005.
This Thursday marks two years.
It was mid July of 2005 when I became aware that my recordings may have upset somebody's apple cart.
We were on vacation at the exact same location where we now reside.
There was a strange man using a Nextel phone who was watching me. Fortunately, credibility-wise anyway, my husband was watching him watch me and when my husband climbed out of the pool and approached, the man took off like a bullet. He was foreign looking, unsmiling, scowling actually. He was out of place in the family water park.  He was very similar to this guy who followed Kathy Drenga in Aruba.
She and her friend tricked him and caught this shot after which, this man fled as well.

In today's recording, I am going to simply ask who that man at the water park was, where he was from....
his name.  We are going to hammer that down until it is clear.  Then we will move on to Editor Bob of "GREETINGS 123" spam email fame (at least to me) who seemed to know all about the strange man at the water park.
Please review further down this page as regards "123".

Along the way we are going to get a very concise picture of who is interested in covering up the nature of the demise of Natalee Holloway and why.

In EVP/ITC messages, the very first response is the most meaningful.  If you have asked a question, the first message received is usually the answer to it.  Have you ever known anyone named Vince or Vinny who wasn't a mobster?  I haven't but I'd led a rather sheltered life until December 18, 2000.  There are probably a great many Vinces and Vinnys who are not mobsters, it's just that I, personally, have not met any.  The nosey guy at the water park certainly had that mobster "look".  His name may or may not have been "Vinny" though.  He looked more like a "Guido" or a Moe.

I didn't have many job skills in 1974 and so I worked at a little dive in Pasadena, Maryland owned by a minor mobite named Vinny Valentine.  This guy was a small time, greasy little weasel and his domain was essentially a locally infamous, underage drinking bar.  Oddly enough, time went on and by 1989 I had considerably improved jobskill wise, and wound up moving to a lovely riverfront community called Broadwater.   Lo and behold, it turned out that the illustrious Mr. Valentine, along with his wife Joanne and two rotten kids, resided in one of the larger mansions in this tiny, one-street community.

My illusion of utopia-found sunk with that discovery because I knew that Vinny was no good and as if to emphasize the degree to which this paradise was tarnished,  a short time after my arrival, Joanne Valentine turned up face-down in her driveway, murdered.  She was followed home they said, carrying with her the nightly proceeds from Vinny's other joint called "Babel Fish".  A man was later found, fingered and arrested for the crime.......  and then released.  The Babel Fish money was found untouched at the time they tripped over Joanne's body, you see.  No motive for Joanne's demise was apparent.

The reason I wanted to mention the Vinny that my "Ghost Clues" brought to mind, however, has nothing to do with any of that.
It's because of the name of the underage-drinking dive that Vinny owned in 1974.  The name of the club was: