NORTH KINGSTOWN, R.I. - It was at the Honey Dew Donut shop that Cyndi LaRose and her honey said, "I do."
LaRose and Joseph David Smith exchanged wedding vows Wednesday at the North Kingstown shop where they had met.
Marjorie Harrison, the baker, made the food. Faraq Mohamed, the shop's owner, greeted customers with a simple question: "Coffee or the wedding?" A former probate judge conducted the ceremony. The shop's regulars served as the witnesses.
"I had the privilege of knowing Joe and Cyndi before they met," Mohamed said. "I watched as they fell in love."
LaRose, 49, a caregiver for Coventry Home Care, has been coming to the shop for years. Smith, 58, who works at Kingstown Mobile Home Park, started coming when his niece worked behind the counter.
"I saw this good-looking guy standing up there," LaRose said. "He was a country-looking guy, the type I look for, the Grizzly Adams type."
But they didn't really fall in love until they helped Mohamed with an errand a few weeks ago. Two days later, Smith asked her to marry him. They picked out rings last week.
They thought about having the ceremony on the beach, but decided it was too cold. The doughnut shop is a casual place where most of their friends hang out anyway, so it was a perfect fit.
"I don't even own a dress," LaRose said.
"You couldn't get me in a tie," Smith said.
The couple planned to spend a Thanksgiving weekend honeymoon at a Connecticut casino.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Series of videos indicating numerous rapes committed against me as a means of gaining advantage in civil lawsuits. Indicates police corruption, death threats and murder attempts. SOME OF MY EVIDENCE IS POINTED TO BELOW!
I've uploaded MP3s to MySpace (myspace.com/windsoralexander) which contain evidence of the murder attempt on me if not the rapes themselves. For clarification please read the message that follows and is part of my MySpace "Away" message: In the backgrounds of these recordings—all recorded on the night of April 13, 2007 in the third floor sleeping dorm of a men's homeless shelter, Pacific Garden Mission, 646 South State Street, Chicago, Illinois 60605 (PGM)—you can hear individuals who had raped me at PGM before that day speaking of a murder attempt which was to be made on my life by members of the Chicago Police Department (CPD). Given that people in PGM had spoken behind me while I recorded myriad times, I had taken to drowning out what was said in my recordings' backgrounds. I was unable to listen to the recordings at issue until sometime on April 15, 2007.
Meanwhile, on the morning of April 14, 2007, about eight (8) CPD officers surrounded me at the corner of State and Congress Streets in downtown Chicago, walked up to where I stood, and created a circle around me no more than twelve (12) inches from my person. This effectively blocked anyone outside the circle from viewing what occurred within the circle, e.g., it precluded those outside from being able to assess whether I was complying with whatever the officers asked me to do and whether I was being aggressive. I, for some reason, immediately raised my hands into the air and very loudly requested to be handcuffed. I was carrying my backpack and laptop bag at the time—as I usually do—but lifted my hands with them still on, because of the officers proximity. Startled, the officers backed away some, handcuffed me and searched me. The intersection is busy and at least twenty (20) cars were around during the incident. The officers explained, when I asked, that I fit the description of a man who had just robbed a bank. This explanation seemed suspect since it was approximately 8:45 AM and April 14, 2007 (the day that this incident took place) was a Saturday.
Chillingly, the background conversations on the April 13, 2007 recordings (made the night before the incident) contain statements that someone would say "I told him to put down his bag." Then someone made sounds like a gun going off "bam bam." Someone said, snidely, "[he wants us to] let him get online." This statement refers to the fact that, prior to April 23, 2007, my laptop was hacked into so much by these rapists and their co-conspirators that I was unable to get and maintain an Internet connection, particularly when I attempted to report the rapes or the computer hacking online. On April 23, 2007—by reinstalling Windows and working offline as long as I could, I recorded a video indicating the rapes and uploaded it to YouTube. The video was deleted by someone and I was not able to re-upload it until May 9, 2007.
I also have evidence in the form of paper towels on which I have blown my nose and spat out the contents of those orifices upon awaking at PGM on scores of mornings. Those towels would contain some of the drugs used to sedate me into a rapeable state as well as DNA from some of the rapists. I have locked those paper towels up in my safety deposit box at the Bank of America branch at Jackson Boulevard and Clark Street in downtown Chicago.
What, you may ask, does any of this have to do with us? Well, I humbly implore you to download these recordings and analyze the conversations taking place behind me. Understand that I recorded these songs at bedtime at PGM, underneath my covers, when no conversation was to take place. I assure you that the conversations were always about me. I have many other recordings (also secured in my safety deposit box) which clearly show this and speak on the rapes and other criminal details. Alas, given the upload constraints placed on me by MySpace I decided that the most effective use of this first set of uploads was to facilitate the prosecution of the crooked cops who attempted to kill me on the morning of April 14, 2007.
Therefore, I ask you to use your technical expertise, enhanced electronic equipment, and fresher ears, to provide a statement indicating what you think is being said behind me in these recordings. Better yet, if you can, attempt to isolate the background conversations so that it can be clearly understood what they consist of. Please submit any findings to me here.
To show that I am an artist and intend to ultimately use this site solely as such, I have uploaded as many of my lyrics as I was able today and will—whether you want me to or not—upload several recordings of some of the songs whose lyrics have been uploaded.
In addition, within the next fourteen days, I shall return to the CPD at 1718 South State Street in Chicago and provide the police with some of the physical evidence that I have identified herein and ask them to allow me to file criminal complaints for all rapes and other crimes committed against me.