Elizabethtown, now isolated, timeless and quiet, was once a gathering place for theosophists, artists, philosophers, and eccentrics from New York City, who stayed at a rambling manse of idiosyncratic Victorian architecture.   The Windsor Hotel opened in Elizabethtown in 1876. It served a new leisure class that turned to the Adirondacks.... …a post (Civil War) boom provided the Northern States with prosperity, and created a new leisure class. They turned to the Adirondacks to expend their new found wealth at summer resort hotels which provided unmatched social, cultural, and recreational activities and events. In this way, The Windsor Hotel was not merely where one slept during a vacation, it was the vacation!

In the 1960’s, The Windsor Hotel was a mere shadow of its former self, and the atmosphere of wistful reminiscences was what Patrick Joseph really liked. He wandered around the old rooms, once elegant and functional, but now decorated with arcane and mysterious accoutrements - antlers and twisted horns, stuffed animals, like fish and raccoons, sporting gear, measuring devices and old lamps covered with the dust of time. 

The place was packed with odds and ends - ephemera left behind by guests whose names were beautifully penned in ledgers from half a century ago. Patrick Joseph would imagine that some of those people could have been his relatives and their friends. He yearned to find families with his real name. The bones of the old hotel seemed to resonate with familiar voices that whispered to Patrick Joseph - who welcomed the ghosts and spirits.

With its rust-decayed swimming pool, the Windsor Hotel, which once featured early morning and evening concerts and Sunday Evening Sacred music, was a natural site for the boy's second Institute for the Advancement of Humankind, a wonderful place to fantasize and commune with legendary mystics, gamblers, opera singers and his imagined long, lost family. His head was filled with ideas.