“Captains – Philly Style!”

Chapter 9
“Fairmount” – ‘The Series’

“Captains – Philly Style!”


By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

 

The police captains coordinated their teams around the entire area surrounding the zoo. The West Philly neighbors in the area were encouraged to remain in their homes. Captain Noodles’ team was stationed on the Girard Avenue side of the zoo while Samuels’ team was settled on the Spring Garden side. Samuel’s team was also assigned coverage along the backside of the zoo from the rail yard into the 38th Street area through Parrish into 40th. Noodles’ team cordoned the Girard Avenue Bridge covering the West River Drive access routes and I-76 into 33rd Street. The National Guard dispatched men and equipment that filled the area as well.

Complicating matters at the zoo, the police were still working murder cases. One of the cases is the unsolved Fairmount Park Rapist. The other is the Kensington Strangler. A jogger running along the East River Drive, back in October 2003, was stabbed and raped while running on the drive near Fountain Green Road. A previous attack was investigated in April of the same year. Later, in July, the Philadelphia Homicide Unit was also investigating a stabbing in Wynnefield Heights. That same month in 2009, a woman was sitting on a park bench in the park when a man came running from the woods. “He was balls ass naked,” she said. Prior to that incident, a woman was sleeping on a park bench after a run. A man who covered her face with a tee shirt awakened her. He forced her into a wooded area, where he tied her wrists with plastic ties and sexually assaulted her. August of 2007, in the Pennypack Park area, another woman was attacked while jogging along a path near the creek. A man pulled her into the woods, raped her and ran off. The stabbing death of a woman over a bicycle in Northern Liberties winded down with the apprehension of a young black man. The case was assigned to the Central Detectives Unit. Captains Samuel, Noodles, and Stafford were assigned to pool their services and collaborate their efforts in support of the investigations by the detectives.

Captain Noodles was relieved of officiating duties during that year. The reassignment was due to improprieties in his professional performance. He was subjected to reprimands and suspensions because of his alcohol abuse and unprofessional behavior. He almost lost his police captain status. Once while interviewing a rape victim in one of the park attack cases, Noodles used inappropriate language and propositioned the young blond woman as well. He’d invited the woman to dinner and late night entertainment in the midst of the attack interview. His logic and explanation to the indecency was that he wanted to comfort and help her to forget her pain. He had also been drinking on duty and the smell was detected and reported by a subordinate officer. The young sergeant was one of Samuel’s men. Captain Samuel confirmed the report when asked by officers of the Internal Affairs Division. Noodles hated Willice’s honesty as much as his blackness. Willice also outranked Jarard by about six months seniority. He was revolted and despised him for that too. The report damn near cost Noodles his job, rank, and pension. It was the good ole boys network that covered his ass.

Lieutenant Commissioner Dexter Talis was standing with Colonel Russell Jeunaus in the middle of the Girard Avenue Bridge. A call came in from the Tacony Police District. They were informing Commissioner Tanex and Lieutenant Commissioner Talis of an assault in the district. Talis ranted, “Why the hell are you calling me instead of the Special Victim’s Unit Commander?” “They have been informed, sir.” Said the watch commander. “We thought you’d like to be notified about this latest attack near Frankford Avenue. I am aware of the current situation out there commissioner…just an attempt at keeping you in the loop and ahead of the game, sir!” The watch commander smiled to himself with sarcasm. “Thank you Commander Reily. I do appreciate your heads up.”

The commissioner called the two captains from their points of command. He began to explain to the men about the telephone message and new orders. “Fellas…three times in the last thirteen months women have been attacked in or near the park on Frankford Avenue. I want it stopped and I want the bastard who’s doing it in chains – I want him caught and locked the fuck up!” He glared at the two captains. “Now look, I know the areas are not in your districts. But I need you two guys to help me out here. Noodles, you know that piece of territory pretty damn good. The folks out there kinda relate to where you’re comin from.” Samuels looked at both men and said nothing. “I want you out there controlling and directing the streets. The detectives will be busy enough without worrying about the public. Plus, we’ve got that Kensington shit happnin. Noodles stop what you’re doing and get out there to relieve Captain Anderson. We’ll handle things here.”

“What about my men commissioner…they’re lookin for me to get things done right here?” Replied Noodles.

“Listen to me Noodles, victims in each of these cases offered us the same basic description of the man who attacked them. In at least three of the cases, victims said that the son of a bitch wore no clothes – you know the people out there…they’ll talk to you. Samuels will cover for you here…he’ll take care of your men – now get going!”

Noodles scowled and spit while looking directly at Samuel. Captain Samuel smiled.

While enroute to the Kensington Police District, the transgressed captain complained to his driver. “Mother F….. N……!” “I hate his f….. guts!” “I know what happened…the black bastard was suckin up to the bosses – him and that red n….. half breed! Because the two of them sambos and that broad talked them into believing this bullshit about a f….. bear. Ain’t no way in hell no Goddamn bear is doin all this shit! That ole man and black bitch with them f….. college degrees say its so…they go and believe em.” The captain hatefully continued complaining. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind poking that broad myself…she’s definitely a looker. I wouldn’t even mind the fact that she’s black – I’d have her black ass kissin my feet, washin my ass, swingin and suckin on my d… in no time…I’d have her do it every time she saw me, as soon as I walk in the door – f….n n…..s!” “Sergeant, make sure that my car is brought back to my house…I don’t want no sambos drivin it or touchin it!” “You got that sergeant? The sergeant nodded and drove on.

 

 

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Chapter 8 of

“FAIRMOUNT”: The Series

By

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‘The Rush’ of “34th St. and Girard Avenue”

It didn’t matter how soon the guards reacted to the alarms. Their actions would make no difference in what could have been prevented. They could not have prevented what they found. There was nothing they could do…nothing to prevent the damage and destruction encountered at the bear exhibit and the front gate. The guards were magnificent in their actions and reaction time. Buttons to lock down exits and entrances. Buttons and levers were tripped to activate intruder and destruction prevention. All security systems were activated to precision timing and perfection. The guards assigned to various sections of the zoo were vigilant in the pursuit of their job endeavor. Upon radio checks from the shift supervisor, while she monitored the video cameras and screens, which covered an enterprise wide viewing area – the guard thought aloud, “My wife will be so very proud of me.” He was thinking of his adept and professional attentiveness and dispatched speed in the performance of his duties. He was proud of himself. All of that feeling was rewarding. It was a fulfilling and self-alluring experience. In an instant, it was all shot to hell when he arrived at the bruin exhibit. The cages were all ripped to shreds. He could taste his heart muscle in the back of his throat. It tasted like a glob of icky, nasty, and vile taste one gets first thing in the morning and during battle with sickness or a hangover; that gunk at the back of the mouth upon waking from a deep, a short forced sleep – a long dream of drunken intoxified unconsciousness – waking up with that glob and foul breath before brushing and gargling. He felt sick at the sight of the destruction.

The brown and black bear exhibit was destroyed…it was obliterated. The bears where on the loose – no one knew where. Six brown bears, five black bears, two grizzlies, and a female Alaskan Kodiak were roaming the streets. The supervisor of zoo guards franticly searched the terminal screens. They were nowhere to be seen. Another call came into the guardhouse. The guard on the east side of the campus reported the fence being smashed and bear prints leading out into 34th Street! In the darkened evening sky, two little ones huddled together during the excitement and exposure to sudden freedom. No one knew of their existence.
Emergency calls went out to various agencies. Police, Fire, Zoo Administrators, and City Officials as well as the Federal and National Park Rangers were notified. Captain Samuel was at home asleep when he got the call. Jarard Noodles was in a bar near Thompson Street, in Fishtown. “Fuckin Niggers can’t never do anything right.” Patrons and the bar tender laughed heartily. “Don’t forget the Spics and Gooks, Cap,” said one of the male patrons. A young white female patron looked up from her beer and asked, “Ain’t you got no shame?” The captain replied, “They call themselves Niggas – Niggas with attitude!” All of the white guys in the bar roared with laughter. The bartender and the woman looked at each other. In unison, the bartender and the barfly smiled at each other and in rap style, they sang, “Yeah baby, but they sho can rap!” Laughter erupted again throughout the taproom. The captain rose from his stool and shouted. “Now that’s my bitch!” He snatched his gun and cell phone from the bar surface while downing his bourbon. Leaving the bar and stepping into his unmarked car, he seethed. “Shit…I ain’t in the mood to deal with this shit.” Noodles turned the car on and sped away towards the zoo.

Ranger Glenn arrived at the zoo at approximately 11:35 P.M. His team got there 5 minutes later. Genailia popped open her investigator’s kit and began taking samples and scrapings of scratches on the bars, ground, and walls of the bruin exhibit. Glenn and lieutenant Wells headed to the 34th Street side of the zoo. After examining the tracks in the snow, they followed the trail from the broken gate to the east side of the street. The trail ended at the curb. Wells ran to that side of the street. Signs pointed to a trail down the embankment outside of the pavement. In the dirt, trees, shrubbery, and mud that headed down towards the I-76 Expressway, there where more prints and signs that the animals who tracked through the area were heading towards the river. Asa Wells motioned to Gerald Glenn to come and see what he’d found. The ranger jogged across the street to where Wells was standing. Wells pointed at the shrubbery, broken limbs, marks on the tree, and the bear tracks in the mud and snow. Several paw prints lead down the hill into the expressway corridor while many others aimed in other directions. The rangers were able to tell the difference in the size and species of the escaped bruins.

Many of the tracks were those of fully-grown bears. The two sets of tracks that pointed towards the railroad overpass proved to be of high interest to the men. They were two sets of tiny paw prints.

The two young bear cubs, one female and the other male, were found under the train trestle. They were huddled together under the bridge attempting to elude their hunting enemies. They appeared to be cold and frightened. The rangers approached the twins with stealth and caution. They didn’t want to take a chance at scaring the cubs into bolting. The rangers moved slowly with a reassuring posture. The cubs watched them intently but didn’t run. They allowed the rangers to approach and touch them. The human contact was not threatening to the cubs. They had experienced human contact before. The handlers at the zoo were they’re first human contact. The rangers also knew if the cubs felt threatened and cornered, they would attack with the natural intent of defending themselves. The claws of a young cub are capable of leaving a nasty wound in flesh and their bite can be equally vicious.

34th Street was cordoned off as well as the surrounding area of the west Philly neighborhood. On Girard Avenue from 33rd Street to 40th Street and Girard on 34th Street to Spring Garden Street. The two men crossed 34th street back to the zoo campus, each cradling a bear cub in their arms. Once safe lodgings were set for the twin babies, the hunt was on for the other fourteen escaped bears. The ranger ordered photographs of every inch the campus especially the damaged cages and trespassed areas – from the zoo trails and broken fences and gates. A zoo official and bruin handler was standing near the broken fence on the 34th street side of the campus. He approached with an obvious demeanor of anger. “What in the hell are you idiots trying to pull?” Other zoo reps looked at each other in confusion and replied, “What do you mean, sir?” Glenn interjected, “You know…you people really know how to piss me off! First you go up to the top of the world and fuck with the animals up there, causing them to do shit they don’t normally do! Then you stick them with all kinds of shit that only God knows what – and now you got two kidnapped cubs in your zoo! Where is the record of their adoption and housing? How’d they get here in the first place – why the secret of their being here? And now you’ve got fourteen fuckin bears wandering through the park and the Goddamn city!” The Ranger screamed.

 

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“Fairmount”

the series:

Pt. 7

‘That Damned River’

By

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/*

The ides of December brought no new activity from the beast. The people went with their daily activities as they prepared for the upcoming Christmas and New Year Holiday events. The ranger and his team were mapping out strategies for their assault on the “Killer Kodiak.”

There weren’t any new signs or tracks to be followed along the banks of the Schuylkill River since the last attack. There were no signs of activity or attacks. Glenn and his team started their search at the last killing scene along the West River Drive in Fairmount Park. They contemplated setting up bait traps, steel claw traps, and prowler stations. The river was now in a state of sporadic ice packs scattered out on the water. Ice platforms gathered at the edge of the dam where the majestic view of the Art Museum peered out over the river. The mini glaciers piled up along the edge of the dam where the East and West River Drives meet in the park. A driveway bridge connected the two roads that allowed access into the Benjamin Franklin Parkway and I-95 corridor via route 676.

Snow began to fall at eleven a.m. on December Seventeen, a Saturday. It began to form heavy flakes at four p.m. The layer of snow on the ground measured at two and a half inches from the ground. At 6 p.m., the snow fell heavier and the layer on the ground exceeded the earlier measurement. The wind was mild. It blew about five to 10 miles an hour at a nor’ easterly direction that eventually blew nor’ westerly. The ranger wondered where this beast had gone. Did it just up and leave? Did it eat enough? Did it decide to hibernate? If so, where? “Where the fuck did it go?” He began to stare at the dam along the river and wondered about the pumping station wells underbellies.

The ranger shouted aloud…”Damn!” His staring at the river-dam evolved into an all-out eyeball examination of the location. He turned to one of site searching rangers with the communications backpack. It contained a field radio and satellite telephone. “Get the city archeological engineering department on the horn – I want to know what’s under this dam and pumping station shacks – pronto!”

The City of Philadelphia Records Department, city archives division, responded to the call almost immediately. They could not get the original plans out to him for fear of disintegration – exposure to air and light. The electronic facsimile was available but could not be made immediately available. It could take more than an hour to locate the electronic backup. The field unit also needed to get a notebook computer out to then as well. The portable computer delivery would not necessarily create a problem to dispatch… The date would. It was faster to go to the source – the records department at city hall. Glenn was just five miles away.

Sirens screamed down the Benjamin Franklin Parkway and Pavilion into the City Hall Courtyard. The police car drove directly up and onto the sidewalk surrounding the building – through the breezeway into the courtyard and entrance doors nearest the records department. Ranger Glenn exited the vehicle and dashed through the double doors into the first floor corridor. The records room was just off to the right. The records staff was ready and waiting. They were at the rangers beckon call. The data was being uploaded as Glenn and Police Sergeant Macauleany, the officer from the Smith Playground attack site, and a ranger lieutenant by the name of ‘Asa Wells’ stood by.

It was Lieutenant Wells who noted the fresh footprints in the old snow on the bike and jogger trail. The jogging trail continued into the other side of the river from under the overpass of the west river drive that lead down to the Southside of the Schuylkill River.

The prints in the snow were out of the team’s search area. They could not see them. The trail of prints was pounding a path in the direction of the Philadelphia Zoo.

At the records department, Glenn was able to pull up the archived data on the river’s dam. He was not surprised to discover an underpass right under the water at the dam’s edge. The underpass lay directly at the base of the dam. It is an existing access causeway for the construction crews to make repairs on the dam. No one ever realized such a space existed. It’s been there since the dam’s construction and has never been used. The records staff watched the ranger as he researched other unknown tunnels under the river and along its banks. They were surprised to see all sorts of underground passageways. These excavations were established about the time the dam was built by the “Free Masons of Pennsylvania.” The research brought to light, even more tunnels of ingress and egress points appeared throughout the city’s underground realm. The ranger instructed the department staff to make him copies of the maps immediately. They complied with an exuberant amount of excitement and pride in their ability to jump too in an emergency. The time was three forty five in the afternoon.

At five o’clock in the afternoon, staff of the Philadelphia Zoo, closed its gates for the day. At 10 p.m., one of the zoo guards was completing his 30-minute rounds. The guard who patrolled the area near the polar bear exhibit noticed their agitation. He thought it unusual. The bears are usually calm and settled at this hour. He made note of it on his report sheet attached to a clipboard. On his way to the brown bruins exhibit alarms rang throughout the establishment. They were quite loud. The surrounding neighborhood knew something was amiss when these alarms went off. It drove them out of their sleep…out of their beds.

The guard froze at the sounding of the alarm. The alarms screamed the scream of the wailing witches of Othello fame. The shipmates of Ulysses could bear witness to the screams. The ship in which they were traveling did crash because of it. The covering of their ears didn’t help either. Odysseus was warned of the screaming witches…the alarms of warning.

Realizing his ass was on the line should he shirk his duties, thought the guard. He recalled the fire. Members of an endangered species, a family group of six lowland gorillas, a family group of three orangutans, four white-handed gibbons, and ten lemurs (2 ruffed, 6 ringtail, and 2 mongoose), died in their sleep from smoke inhalation – carbon monoxide poisoning.

At about 10 pm., two security guards smelled smoke by the Philadelphia Zoo’s primate house as they made their rounds. This happened on Saturday December 24, 1995. They took no action. They dismissed the smell as coming from nearby trains on the railroad tracks as had happened frequently. Almost three hours later, at 12:40 a.m. Sunday, the guards returned and found flames on the roof. Fire and zoo officials pinned the blaze on an electrical malfunction caused by improperly installed wires that heated ceiling pipes. Snow on the roof of the 10-year-old World of Primates building muffled any noise that might have been produced by smoke alarms, and fire officials discovered upon investigation, no one who had heard them sound. This engagement happened within the walls of the world famous landmark.

The guard was not in the frame of mind to receive blame for any wrongdoing. He wanted to be recognized as a guard who was Johnny on the spot…proficient and steadfast. “Shit…they caught me once for sleeping on the overnight shift. Two years ago they caught me for drinking a fuckin beer on New Years Eve in the parking lot. It was my lunch break for Christ’s sake. Shit, I’ve got five fuckin years to lose…unemployment just ain’t gittin it!”

The frantic guard snapped too – and like greased lightning, he bolted towards the designated report station. Once there, another guard was dispatched to the power and alarm and shut-off terminal and grid shack. It’s still called the shack after the new building was erected since the fire. No longer was the guard focused on himself and his troubles. His mind was on his job performance and the saving of animals and zoo property. He thought of all the animals and his designated patrol area. The bear exhibit. The bears needed him.

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“Fairmount”

The Series

Part 6
“Physical Alterations”

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“Well gentlemen, shall I enlighten our esteemed gatherers to you’re – shall I say, most recent activities?” The ranger smiled. The four zoo officials looked at one another. The mayor, the commissioners, and the three captains looked at them as well. They did not answer.

The ranger waited as he nodded to his colleagues. Professor Francis stood with several papers in her hand. “Madame Mayor, Commissioners, and Gentlemen of Our City’s Law Enforcement Community…I have documentation that supports a belief that our city zoo officials have first hand knowledge of counsel given and granted to a research project on the Alaskan Bear Project.” Genailia peered directly at the four learned and stunned men. She put down the papers and picked up a batch of photos. One by one, she passed them out to the panel members. They in turn viewed them while passing the pictures back to Genailia. The ranger said, “I’ll ask you once more…what in the hell have you all to do with this bear and its physical alterations?” He glared directly at the assumed leader of the group – Dr. Horatio Martin Mulberry, P.H.D., D.V.M. The dumbfounded group leader frowned and grew angry. “What are those damned papers in your possession?” The Doctor of Veterinary Medicine barked. His questioning demand was announced with ferociousness as his eyes narrowed and reddened with a cold and defiant stare. The evil eyes darted and fixed directly on Ranger Glenn after glancing off the two professors.

Gerald replied, “They are documentation and photographic proof of you and your revered colleagues’ involvement in this insidious experiment with wildlife manipulation!”

The three other officials, Dr. Stephen Lazzaro Steigleton, P.H.D., Dr. Martini Rossi Henrikson, P.H.D., and Lawrence Salzy McGorsky, Anthropologist, Archeologist and Doctor of Veterinary Science. Mulberry stood and motioned to the other zoo officials. They rose in tandem and filed out of the meeting room arena. In the corridor outside the mayor’s office was a contingent of reporters. They’d gotten wind of a heated discussion in connection with the mauling attacks of last month. One particular journalist found a way to listen in on the private conversation exclusively.

Salestian “Sally” Michaels was born and raised in Philadelphia. He got his start as a ‘South Philly’ newspaper boy. In the heart of the ‘Mafiosi’ community, Michaels shined shoes, ran errands, and did odd jobs for the guys. “Good Fellas” like Angel Brondidi and Nick “the Needle” Scarily. Sally, as his friends and adversaries called him, hung around the corner bars on Passyunk Avenue. The little Black Kid was a pest. But the guys liked him. Nobody dared call him ‘Nigger’ or “Lil Black Sambo.” Angie didn’t like it. The last man that did it went missing a couple of days later. He was found six months later. The body turned up while workers were rehabbing an old pier of the Tioga Docks on the Delaware River. The body was found in an old rusted out fifty-five gallon oil drum in the basement of one of the storage piers on site. He seemed to have a rather large clown like smile. It turned out to be a blood-coagulated slit from ear to ear, just under the chin. The lips were frozen shut around a sausage that was shoved in his mouth. He’d been there for some time. The coroner estimated a five to six month period. The drum, like many others, went unnoticed n the waterfront of the old docking pier that was mired and caked with sludge from oil off many barges docked at the old piers along the strait.

The missing man slapped Sally n the top of his head and kicked in the butt. Laughing with his friends, the drunken white man chided about the little nigger kid’s hanging out and panhandling for dimes and handouts. He said to his compatriots, “Look at them sambos…beggin and shinin for our hard-earned dough. The Black bastards ought to be lickin my spit and wiping my ass just for the privilege of lookin at me!”
But the dude messed with the wrong lil black kid. This kid was Angie’s kid – his protégé.

Michaels knew of a little closet-like door right next to the personal entrance to the mayor’s chambers. It was an old broom closet not in use for years. The walls were paper -thin. One of which rotted to the point of disintegration. It was due to be replaced and had been neglected for work elsewhere in City Hall. The reporter kept this accidental info to himself. He stumbled upon it one day while chasing a story. City Hall suffered a temporary blackout one summer during his first year of reporting. He stumbled upon the room in the dark while seeking the men’s restroom. Sally got wind of some of the best inside stories for a rookie reporter right from that little room. At the young age of eighteen, he got the job through an acquaintance of Angie’s. The guy owed Angie a couple of favors, so he hired Sally in order to appease his situation with the good fellow. He really didn’t like the kid because he was black…but he was Angie’s kid. From an errand boy in the copy room, Sally grew on Adam Silvestry. The two old guys sponsored and paid for Sally’s college education. After graduating Philadelphia University with a degree in Business Administration, Sally worked a few jobs around town. They were basically dead end jobs where many yes men hung out – hoping and kissing ass for promotions. Salestian wanted to write. He took a few journalism courses at Temple University and chased a few stories for the Globe. He was always under the watchful eye of Silvestry.

During a mayoral election, Sally got an inside scoop while hanging out with one of his Old Italian buddies. His buddy was a South Philly committeeman who had some pull around town. After his first feature story, Sally was hired full-time as a reporter for the Globe. From that point on, he was and had become an ace reporter as well as earning journalistic respect and town and in Camden too.
The inside scoop on this story will win him a Pulitzer Prize, he thought. He was enjoying the birds-eye view on this scoop – a big time story and its unfolding events.

Glenn said to the mayor, “The animal that we seek is a product of an insane experiment. The zoo guys are directly involved in it. They are manipulating plant and animal species for the purpose of stimulation and enlargement of growth. I suspect their capitalistic egos are tasting and smelling huge financial and notoriety gain – at the expense of the animals and us… Deaths be damned – its collateral damage in their eyes.”

“So what do we do about it?” Asked the mayor. “What do we do to get this animal and keep it from killing anyone else?”

“My team and I will deal with the animal. The question is what will you do in dealing with the assholes that brought this shit here?” Replied the ranger.

Finkles’ green eyes seemed to flash red. “OK men…that’s it…let’s get to work! I want this nightmare ended – give the ranger anything and everything he needs and or wants!” She paused and glared at the two captains. “And I mean everything!” She placed special emphasis on the word everything as she stormed out of the reception room through a door into the private mayoral chambers. Once there, she snatched the receiver of the telephone from its cradle. Buttons were punched feverishly. She was more than angry. She was pissed…totally. From outside of her chambers, the demanding and tumultuous screams could seemingly be heard throughout the city hall infrastructure. Professor Rockford just followed along in silence.

The police captains glared at each other while standing in place like pillars of salt. The commissioners nodded at one another upon departure from the meeting room. The ranger, Genailia, and Vernon were already descending the stairway from the top floor. They had no time to wait for elevators. Glenn was anxiously screaming orders to his pre-assembled team by way of two-way radio. He kept the unit on his holster attached to his belt, next to his cell phone. Genailia was anxiously giving directions to her staff via cell phone. Her administrative and investigative staff was centered and housed in the old “Germantown Hall” located at Germantown Avenue and Haines Street in the Germantown area of Philly. The 14th District was right next-door – it used to be housed within the Town Hall structure until they became separated with the construction of the new and modernized building, The command center of Captain Samuel!

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~”Fairmount” – the series Pt. 5: ‘The Myrtlewood Street Funeral’~

“Fairmount” 

The Series

Part 5

By

Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

‘The Myrtlewood Street Funeral’

 

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Mayor Finkles, Commissioner Talis, Lieutenant Commissioner Talis, Fairmount Park Commissioner James L. Blake (the Fairmount Park Board of Commissioners was abolished a year ago-only one elected official exists), several members of City Counsel, four Police Captains – the 14th, 39th, 5th, and 55th districts – were in attendance of the funeral of Officer Scott Randolph. The second officer with his wife and psychiatrist were there too. He was placed on medical leave because he witnessed the horrible attack and suffered major anxiety attacks and nightmares from that infamous night a week and a half ago.

 

The news media swarmed the event. They surrounded Officer Leonard Kirkpatrick, his wife Evelyn, and his doctor – asking all kinds of questions while shoving microphones recorders and cameras in their faces. “What was it like to see your partner bitten in half by the beast?” “Why didn’t you shoot the monster when he attacked?” “What did the thing look like, officer?” “Why didn’t the thing eat the other half?” “How come you didn’t get eaten by the beast?” “Did the monster eat…?” “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!” Screamed the inundated cop. Other officers in attendance to the funeral heard the commotion and came to his rescue. The group of relatively large cops escorted the overwhelmed man, while physically keeping the reporters at bay, and his companions across the street to their parked car. The doctor drove the weeping man and his wife away from the barrage of demanding questioners. Officer Kirkpatrick was the third cop to show on the  West River Drive scene. He saw the monster attack and devour the two officers. He arrived just after the beast had walked off. He had no direct contact with the assailant. The bloody testament would remain with him for the rest of his life.

 

Standing on the other side of the street from the Northeast Funeral Parlor was Ramses Irvin. He attended the funeral services of both attack victims, Czerpaky and Randolph. His brother Akeem, Uncle Rue McCallister, and a few of the men accompanied the father of the slain boy from their neighborhood. The group of Black men crossed the street to where the reporters were congregating. Ramses grabbed one of the reporters, who happened to be a white female. The group of cops stopped their conversation to watch the confrontation. The embittered father demanded a verbal response from the journalist. “WHY WEREN’T YOU PEOPLE ASKING QUESTIONS WHEN MY BOY WAS KILLED?” “WHY IS IT THESE QUESTIONS ARE ADDRESSED AFTER MY SON WAS KILLED BY THIS THING?” “WHY WEREN’T YOU ALL FALLING ALL OVER YOURSELVES WHILE INVESTIGATING MY BOYS KILLING?” Ramses got the attention of all the reporters present. “WAS IT BECAUSE THIS IS THE FUNERAL OF A WHITE NORTHEAST COP AS OPPOSED TO A LITTLE BLACK BOY FROM NORTH PHILLY?” Screamed the distraught teary-eyed father. “I WILL ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS…LINDSEY WAS A HUMAN BEING TOO!” Said Ramses.

 

Prior to the funeral, the mayor wanted to hear what Ranger Glenn had to report. She was dressed in a pastel color of lime green…a pants suit and white blouse with black patent leather pumps on her feet. Modest looping ivory earrings draped her ear lobes. Her flaming shoulder length red hair was nicely arranged. The meeting attendees – Police Commissioner Tanex, Lieutenant Commissioner Talis, Fairmount Park Commissioner Blake were adorned in business suits of brown to navy blue suits, shirts of white and color coordinated ties. The police commanders dressed in the formal uniforms indicating their respective rankings. The meeting was held at the mayor’s office on the seventh floor of city hall. The meeting time was set for 10:A.M. The ranger had not yet appeared. The group was becoming noticeably agitated.

 

10:22 A.M. arrived when the striking 6ft.1’, square jawed, raven-black curly and flowing manned, well-muscled man of about 230 lbs swaggered into the room. Ranger Glen was accompanied by the beautiful olive brown complected, slender framed, crowned with waste length silky brown hair, thirty-ish Professor Genailia Francis. She wore very little makeup…not that she needed any…a natural beauty indeed. She was dressed in a modest maroon colored business suit with a skirt that was gifted by a pair of long well shaped legs and beautifully tapered ankles that settled into a pair of comfortable black soft leather shoes. Professor Vernon Rockford, a stocky but stout and healthy looking elderly gentleman in nicely fitted eyeglasses that portrayed intelligent eyes, dressed in an outdated brown pin-striped suit with a greenish spotted tie, atop a yellowish shirt and ending ensemble of brown wing-tipped loafers covering his feet, brought up the rear of the trio.

 

The three, two unexpected, professionals approached the table that faced the podium of the mayor’s audience chamber. The table was backed by several chairs, which the trio pulled out and sat upon after they rested their briefcases and several manila envelopes. They offered no apologies for arriving late to the meeting. Ranger Glenn made it very clear that he had lost his patience for the mayor’s party and the mismanagement of the situation at hand. He began to explain his investigative research trip to Alaska, Canada, and New York as well as speculative opinions of wildlife experts, game wardens, and other rangers regarding the recent attacks within the city’s parkland.

 

Before he could continue, the chamber doors burst opened…exposing Philadelphia Zoo Officials, its CEO and curator. The group demanded to know why they hadn’t been invited to this meeting. The ranger addressed the usurpers…”because you don’t know shit about this animal – or do you? He said with an accusing arrogance. The zoo officials stopped talking and seated themselves in the seats of the meeting room gallery. The ranger had their full attention.

 

The separate groups, all seated, began to listen to the ranger’s report and investigation conclusions. Ranger Glenn passed out hard copy printouts of the report to the panel. This maneuver allowed visual aid; insuring the comprehension and confirmation of information to be shared. The report also contained various photographs and wildlife leaflets of advertisements for fishing, camping, and boating trips.

 

The report states the following:

 

“Alaska is renowned for its wildlife viewing as perhaps no other place on earth. Viewing of Kodiak bears, schools of spawning salmon so thick you can almost walk on them, giant moose, vast herds of caribou, pure white tail sheep, whales of various species, puffins, seals and walrus,” said the ranger.

 

Kodiak Island:

Kodiak, Alaska, for brown bear viewing; Aniak Alaska, Fishing and Hunting, in remote regions of Western and Southwestern Alaska with experienced bush pilot. Fishing for salmon, trout, pike, grayling and shellfish. Hunting for brown grizzly bear, moose, and caribou; including river rafting, wildlife viewing, and backpacking trips in remote regions of Western and Southwestern Alaska.

 

Anchorage, Alaska:

Anchorage is Alaska’s largest city and the gateway to a state full of adventure. Fairbanks, the Golden Heart of the Interior – Juneau is Alaska’s capital.

 

Talkeetna, Alaska:

Located in the heart of Alaska’s Talkeetna Mountains, Alaska’s finest stream & lake fishing for king, red and silver salmon, arctic grayling and rainbow trout; Fly-fishing Kennebec River.

 

Denali:

Denali National Park is home to the tallest mountain in North America and an impressive array of wildlife.

 

Glacier Bay:

At Glacier Bay, you can see tidewater glaciers and kayak through valleys and fjords carved by retreating glaciers. Wrangell-St. Elias National Park

Mountains, mines and glaciers are key to the largest national park, a world unto itself.

 

Kenai Fjords:

This national park is perfect for wildlife viewing and kayaking near a glacier.

 

National forests:

Alaska’s two national forests are great for fishing, hunting, or mountain biking. The state has over 100 state parks and recreation areas for camping, fishing or a picnic. Brown, black and polar bear species enthrall visitors to the state. Alaska has flourishing populations of all three North American bears – brown, black and polar. Brown bears are famous for their salmon-fishing antics, their size and their ferocity. On Kodiak Island, browns grow to 1,200 pounds or larger because of the easy supply of salmon and the mild winters. Although many people fear the hump-shouldered bears – and rightly so – careful behavior in bear territory makes bruin viewing safe in such widely scattered places as Denali National Park, McNeil River State Game Sanctuary, Katmai National Park, Hyder’s Fish Creek and the Anan Creek and Pack Island bear observatories. Occasional browns wander out of Chugach State Park and into Anchorage and its suburbs.

 

“The distinction between brown and grizzly bears is geographical. Brown bears that live close to the coast are called brown bears. Browns living inland and in northern lands, such as Denali, are called grizzlies,” Glenn said. “They share the scientific name Ursus arctos.”

 

Professor Genailia Francis added, “Black bears are smaller than browns and also cover a great deal of the state. Their fur color isn’t always black; it may even appear brown, cinnamon or (rarely) blue.”

 

“Black bears may be seen feeding on salmon at Anan Creek, but they’re common enough in Juneau, Seward and parts of Anchorage to be considered pests. A male bear that’s ready for hibernation may weigh 240 pounds. The scientific name is Ursus americanus,” she said.

 

“Polar bears inhabit the northern coastline, living on pack ice much of the year in search of ringed seals to eat. These long-necked bears often visit coastal towns such as Barrow and Point Hope and move as far south as the Kuskokwim Delta. Mature males reach 1,200 pounds. The scientific name is Ursus maritimus,” interjected Professor Vernon Rockford.

 

The report continued…

 

Bears of the Interior:

Denali National Park is a great place for viewing grizzlies.

 

Bears of Northern Alaska:

Polar and grizzly bears can be seen in Northern Alaska.

 

Bears of western Alaska:

Western Alaska is famous for its brown bears.

 

Bears of Southeast Alaska:

There are three great locations for viewing black and brown bears.

 

Bears of South-central Alaska:

Bears can be seen in the zoo as well as in the wild.

 

The hard copy print out showed a wildlife reporters rendition:

 

A bear hunter in Alaska holds the paw of a bruin with 3- to 4-inch claws. The hunter sent a message to the U.S. Forest Service in Juneau with attached photos of a grizzly killed in Prince William Sound in the fall of 2001. Other reporters wanted to know if the photographs were real.  “Are you able to verify for us that they are indeed genuine and true?”

 

“Forest Service Officials marveled at how giant bruins grow,” stated the Anchorage Daily News reporter.

 

“Think about it. This thing on its hind legs could walk up to the average single-story house and could look on the roof at eye level.” There was never a question that the brown bear that a 22-year-old hunter shot to death in October 2001 on Hinchinbrook Island was huge. The grizzly measured 10 feet, 6 inches from nose to tail. Its front claws were 3 to 4 inches long. An Alaska master guide estimated the bear’s weight at up to 1,200 pounds. (The average brown bear weight for Hinchinbrook is less than half that.) One photo shows the hunter holding the bear’s paw as it obscures almost his entire chest. A second photo shows him crouching like a child behind the bear’s massive, bloody head. It’s over one thousand six hundred pounds . . . 12’6” high at the shoulder,” stated the reporter.

 

“The young hunter was stationed at the time at Eielson Air Force Base. He shot it while deer hunting with several partners. The Anchorage Daily News published the story about the kill in December 2001 accompanied by the two photos taken by one of Winnen’s partners, an Eielson Staff Sgt. Print and TV reporters wanting to know if the story was true. They’ve gotten calls from media all over the world regarding the bear shoot. People who are skeptical and want confirmation of their doubts. About 30 percent of the messages come from hunters who are all but certain the tale is a tall one,” according to the reporter.

 

Somewhat concerned over the circumstances of the bear’s death, the story morphed into what terms as an urban myth – about a killer beast taken down by a Forest Service employee. According to the men on the hunt, “they were out deer hunting when a large world class Griz charged from about 50 yards away,” according to one of the hunting party members. “The guy unloaded a 7mm Mag Semi-auto into the bear and it dropped a few feet from him. This thing was still alive, so he reloaded and capped it in the head. It’s a world record. It’s been reported to the authorities, this bear, had killed a couple of other people. The Forest Service’s Web site provides a news release about the hunt and the rumors. But now a third photo is making the rounds, a picture that shows a person’s body, the bear’s victim,” the reporter said.

 

Another reporter said. “I have no doubt the Internet is keeping the story of the killer bear moving.” (Anchorage Daily News reporter 907-257-4582. This story was published May 7, 2003).

 

Here’s the story as told by the hunter, a 22-year-old crewmember of the 18th Fighter Squadron at Eielson Air Force Base near Fairbanks.

 

“Four hunting buddies were dropped off on Hinchinbrook Island in the heart of Prince William Sound by an air taxi on a cool, rainy Oct. 14 morning. Hinchinbrook is a 165-square-mile island near Cordova with an estimated population of about 100 brown bears, giving it the distinction of harboring the highest density of bears of any island in the Sound,” according to the reporter. The reporter continued, “A Cordova area wildlife biologist for the Alaska Department of Fish and Game was also informed of the kill. Four to six bears are killed by hunters on the island every year, though rarely one of more than 400 pounds. The hunters weren’t there to hunt bear. Instead, the hunting buddies packed for a week of hunting for Sitka blacktail deer on the remote, wooded island. They did, however, pick up a permit to shoot a bear just in case.”

 

Reading further of the hard copy information…

 

Loaded for bear:

On day two of the group’s hunt, the skies cleared at 8:30 a.m. The three hunters and the Eielson Staff Sgt. set out to follow a creek bed upstream looking for deer. One of the men was carrying a .300-caliber Winchester Magnum. Another was carrying a significantly more powerful .338-caliber Winchester Magnum in case a bear crossed their path. In the creek, they spotted a deep pool with 20 salmon circling.

 

‘’By this time, the … run was over and the salmon were looking pretty nasty,’’ the first hunter said. ‘’We started thinking that we were looking at a bear’s dinner plate.’’ That got the group in ‘’bear mode.’’ Two of the men continued following the creek upstream until they came to a small island ringed with thick brush. Some end-of-season blueberries clung to the surrounding brush. In the middle of the island was a spruce tree larger than what a man could fit his arms around. At the base of the tree were signs that an animal had tried to dig a hole. About 9:30 a.m., the first man glanced upstream. Forty yards away was a big brown bear with all four paws in the creek, flipping over logs looking for salmon,” said the hunter. ‘’He’s a shooter,’’ the second man said under his breath.

 

‘’So I started getting in the zone,’’ said the first hunter. ‘’When I am going to take an animal, I am really concentrating. We racked shells into our guns and took off our packs and left them by the tree.’’ The hunters stated that they moved a few feet upstream. About halfway between them and the bear was a large fallen tree. The first hunter said, “When the bear crawls over that log, he will present his vital areas and we’ll take him,” he recalled. ‘’I brought the rifle up to take a shot, but the bear moved over the log like it wasn’t there. I didn’t have a chance to get a shot off.’’

 

As the bear kept coming along the creek, the two hunters momentarily lost sight of him in a thicket, so they retreated back to the big spruce.

 

‘’We were sitting there concentrating when, a few seconds later, he pops up right in front of us, about 10 yards away and he was coming toward us,’’ the second hunter said. ‘’I don’t know if the wind was in our favor or what. We were dressed in camouflage. He might not have seen us.’’

 

‘’I put the scope on him. I wanted to hit him in the chest, but all I seen was nothing but head,” said the first man. My partner said, “Shoot! Shoot!’’ ‘’I aimed for his left eye, but the bullet takes an arc and I hit about two inches low in the side of his muzzle and into his brain. He buckled backwards and raised his head like he was going to howl at the moon, but nothing came out,’’ according to the first hunter. ‘’I put two more rounds in the vital area, then three more after that. Six total. It was amazing” “We watched for a few minutes, I reloaded and my partner brought his gun up on him,’’ he said. ‘’I approached from the rear and poked him in the butt to see if he was going to jump, but he didn’t move. He was dead.’’ ‘’It was amazing when I got close to him,’’ the first hunter said. ‘’I picked up the paw and it was like, ‘good God.’ The thing was as wide as my chest.’’

 

The two hunters spent a fair amount of time getting photos of the bruin. One photo shows his statement is no exaggeration. The paw is almost as wide as the hunter’s chest and sports 3- to 4-inch-long claws. A Master U.S. Forest Service guide said he was impressed with the group’s story.

 

‘’Sounds like he did everything perfectly,’’ Gerald Glenn said of the reported incident. ‘’I can’t overemphasize how many people screw that up, even after you explain it to them.”

 

According to the news report, after the kill, the men spent six hours skinning the bear – and trying to drag its hide and skull back to the Forest Service cabin they had rented. The meat was left behind because grizzly meat is generally considered inedible. Assuming the bear’s hide weighed more than 200 pounds. They took turns carrying it, but eventually put it on a tarp and tried dragging it together. When they were within a half-mile of the cabin, they summoned their hunting partners and the Eielson Staff Specs. And a flight chief based at Elmendorf Air Force Base in Anchorage. The hunters spent the next three days at the cabin working with his knife to scrape fat from the hide. He packed the hide with salt for the return trip to Fairbanks.

 

Once back, the shooter took the hide and skull to the state Department of Fish and Game to get it sealed, as required by law. Unofficially, Fish and Game records show, the skull scored 28 and 8/16 inches. Skulls are scored for size by combining the width plus the length. The skull of this particular bear was 10 11/16 inches wide and 17 13/16 inches long. This is called a green score, which is the unofficial score until the skull dries and can be remeasured. The Boone and Crockett Club, which uses a 16th-of-an-inch measurement system to keep records on the biggest animals shot in the world, requires that bear skulls dry for 60 days before an official measurement is made. A tooth was pulled from the jaw of the skull by a state biologist so the bear can be aged. One of the Biologists said he suspects the bear was 15 to 20 years old. He added that the bear was no stranger to guides who know the area. ‘’One of our local guides has been after it a couple of times,’’ she said. ‘’Its luck finally just ran out.’’

 

Bears are hard to hunt on the brushy and heavily wooded island, the biologist said, because the season doesn’t open until Oct. 15, after the salmon run is over. The bears have largely dispersed from salmon streams by then, making them harder to find. World-class brown bear, the hide measures 10 feet, 6 inches from nose to tail. While it is impossible to know exactly how much the bear weighed, master guide Want has measured and weighed dozens of Kodiak brown bears over the years. Based on the measurements and information he got from Winnen, he suspects the bear weighed between 1,000 and 1,200 pounds. By any standards, that’s a world-class brown bear. All brown bears taken with skulls that score over 28 inches are eligible for listing with Boone and Crockett, the official record keeper for North American trophy hunters.

 

In Alaska, the biggest brown bears are found on Kodiak Island and the Alaska Peninsula. The record Alaska brown bear – killed on Kodiak Island in 1952 – had a skull that scored 30 12/16. Only 19 bears have been shot with skulls that scored over 30 inches since the early 1900s, according to Boone and Crockett. ‘’Twenty-eight is the magic line,’’ said another examiner. ‘’Anything over 28 inches has everyone sitting up and taking notice.’’ The fact that this bear came from Prince William Sound makes it even more remarkable, the examiner added. “Once a hunter told me that he’d shot the biggest damn bear he’d ever seen, after the bear drops, they stand up and pat themselves on the back, and the animal gets up and takes off while they are standing there.”

 

‘’This bear is exceptional. It’s unbelievably unusual,’’ one of the guides said. ‘’It’s safe to say that it is more than double the average size of brown bear coming out of Prince William Sound.’’ The years between 1970 to 1999, about 600 male brown bears were killed in Prince William Sound, according to state Fish and Game records. Of those, only two had skulls that scored more than 28 inches. The vast majority had skulls that scored 22 to 23 inches. Bears with heads that size, typically weigh 350 to 400 pounds, they added.

“The hunter is having the skull preserved and mounted on a plaque. The hide is with a taxidermist, being made into a rug. With the small rooms in base housing, it’ll be more like wall-to-wall carpeting,” the first hunter said. “Meanwhile, the e-mails keep circulating. The genesis appears to have been a radio talk show in Fairbanks on which the four men appeared. Photos from the hunt showed up later on the radio show’s Web site. And that appears to have been what got the Internet humming,” the second hunter said. ‘’I can guarantee you, in a year or two, someone will tell him (the shooter) how big the bear was and it will be up to 1,800 pounds. And when he tries to correct them, they will call him a liar.’’

 

Statistics for the brown bear taken on Hinchinbrook Island in October 2001:

 

  • 1,000-1,200 lbs. – Estimated weight

 

  • 15-20 years – Estimated age

 

  • 10’ 6’’ – Hide measurement from nose to tail

 

  • 10 11/16’’ – Skull width

 

  • 17 13/16’’ – Skull length

 

  • 28 8/16’’ – Skull score (length and width combined)

 

  • 30 12/16’’ – North American record brown bear skull score

 

  • 19 – The number of bear skulls with a score above 30’’ in Alaska since 1904

 

(This story first appeared in the Anchorage Daily News.)

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(Leon Unruh / Alaska.com, reports…) Bears of the Interior/Alaska.com:

 

Denali shuttles carry passengers into grizzly-viewing country for many people; Denali National Park offers the most reliable chance to see bears. Although other wild areas have more bears and greater concentrations of them, those areas often require an expensive boat or plane trip. Denali, however, is just a two-hour drive from Fairbanks and a four-hour drive from Anchorage and is reachable by plane, train and bus. Denali has 300 to 350 grizzlies on the north side of the Alaska Range and an undetermined number on the roadless, undeveloped south side. The south side has some salmon streams and may support more bears than the relatively bleak north side. Studies are being performed to determine the number of bears. Most visitors see the bears by riding on shuttle or other tour buses along the park’s single road into the back country, a 95-mile adventure of mostly gravel road that slips across valleys and along cliffs to Wonder Lake and then Kantishna. Because human interaction is kept to a minimum, the bears are still the king of the open tundra and wander curiously and unafraid across the land and sometimes up to the buses.

 

Unlike Katmai National Park, McNeil River State Game Sanctuary, Pack Creek or Anan Creek wildlife areas, Denali has no “bear viewing area.” The bears don’t congregate because there’s no centrally located food source, such as a salmon stream. Denali’s grizzlies – the visible ones – don’t have a high-protein diet that includes salmon. They get most of their food from plant roots and berries and from catching small animals and occasionally moose and caribou. (Sometimes bus riders get to watch a moose-bear battle unfold). The grizzlies have blonde coats, are smaller than their coastal counterparts and are sometimes called Toklat grizzlies, after one of the park’s large river valleys.

 

Professor Francis added, “Bears appear just about anywhere in the park. Especially in the backcountry and in closed-in areas (such as trails through streamside willow breaks), hikers should take precautions such as making plenty of noise and watching that they don’t surprise a bear. Hikers who cross between a sow and cubs face great danger. Bear-resistant food containers are required for backcountry campers. The containers can be rented in Anchorage or borrowed from the Backcountry Desk at the Denali visitor’s center. Denali also has black bears, particularly in forested areas and not so much along the Park Road. Campgrounds may be visited by black bears.”

 

“Bears of Northern Alaska…Big white, brown bruins patrol the Arctic. Polar and grizzly bears are present in Arctic Alaska, which covers the upper third of the main part of the state. Polar bears are considered marine mammals because of the amount of time they spend on the Arctic Ocean’s pack ice and in the water chasing ring seals. Occasionally they come into coastal towns and villages such as Barrow, Wainwright, Point Hope and Kaktovik. The best viewing time is during the spring and fall whaling seasons, when whale carcasses may attract bears to shore. Visitors should be aware that polar bears have no fear of humans. Bears have walked into villages and field camps and have killed several people and mauled others. Hikers must be alert, and Halloween has sometimes been postponed in Barrow when bears posed a danger to trick-or-treaters,” stated Professor Vernon Rockford – the teaching Professor and Carnivore Expert.

 

“Barrow, the country’s northernmost town, is reached by commercial air service from Anchorage and Fairbanks. Expect to pay Alaska Airlines between $440 and $570 for a round trip in summer. Kaktovik, on Barter Island just north of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, is reachable from Fairbanks; expect to pay about $640 for a round trip on Frontier Flying Service. Barrow, which is also a destination for birders, has several hotels and restaurants. Taxi drivers can take visitors to likely polar bear-viewing areas in season. Kaktovik has accommodations that are more modest and local residents may be persuaded to take visitors on a tour. Grizzly bears are found in the Brooks Range and other mountains in the southern Arctic region. Hunters and raft riders along the Noatak River often meet up with grizzlies. In Gates of the Arctic National Park, adventurers are encouraged to carry bear-resistant food containers. Sharp-eyed travelers along the Dalton Highway may see bears,” said Gerald Glenn – Forrest Ranger.

 

The hard copy report continued to show more data on Bears of Western Alaska:

 

Katmai, Kodiak and McNeil River offer outstanding encounters.

 

Western Alaska – specifically, southwestern Alaska and Kodiak Island – is famous for its brown bears. Some are giants.

 

Katmai National Park, Kodiak National Wildlife Refuge and McNeil River State Game Sanctuary give observers great – and generally safe – close-up looks at bears weighing more than 1,000 pounds as they feed on salmon heading upstream.

 

Gerald Glenn continued his report to the panel, “Reaching these locations requires a flight to the Alaska Peninsula or a plane or ferry ride to Kodiak; they’re not on the highway system connecting Anchorage, Fairbanks and Homer. Small planes ferry passengers to Katmai and McNeil River from Anchorage, Kenai and Homer.”

 

“Visitors to the parks and refuges can camp, stay in public use cabins or live in relative luxury at wilderness lodges. Although the bears may be entertaining, they’re also wild animals and dangerous, as rangers and lodge owners will warn visitors. Sometimes hunters get good looks at enormous bears – and some nearly lose their lives. Nevertheless, following general precautions can make bear viewing safe,” he said.

 

The ranger continued, “Bears of Southeast Alaska, Brown and Black species thrive along inside and along passages on many trails. Southeast Alaska has three accessible viewing locations for viewing brown and black bears. Anan Creek on the roadless mainland southeast of Wrangell. Pack Creek on Admiralty Island west of Juneau and Fish Creek near Hyder, northeast of Ketchikan on the Portland Canal. Fish Creek is the only site accessible by road, but it’s still somewhat off the beaten path. Hyder is in extreme southeastern Alaska and is reachable by road only through Stewart, British Columbia. Fish Creek is freely accessible. Visitors to Pack Creek and Anan Creek will need permits in addition to transportation by air or water taxi.”

 

A further report by Leon Unruh (Alaska.com), on Bears of South-central Alaska states:

 

Bruins appear in Anchorage zoo; on trails and along streams, Wild bears sometimes appear on the fringes of Anchorage, where the city adjoins the sprawling Chugach State Park. Children walking to school in Anchorage, Eagle River and Girdwood occasionally see black bears near the schools. Bears, mostly black, raid garbage cans and chicken coops and eat dog food carelessly left outside overnight. In Seward, hungry and curious bears appear out of the Resurrection River Valley and other “bear highways. Bears also pop in on Cordova and Valdez, among other South-central towns.

 

Most of the time, black bears are reluctant to meet people and can be shooed away. Juneau has particular problems with its numerous black bears, however. The city even created a committee to deal with the bears. Hikers in Chugach State Park, Chugach National Forest and Kenai National Wildlife Refuge need to be aware of bear habits and habitat. Bears show up during the salmon runs, usually mixing peacefully with anglers. Look for bear warning signs along the Kenai, Russian and Little Susitna rivers and along many creeks and trails with road access.

 

Homeowners and wildlife officers shoot several bears each year in defense of property, and many other bears are tranquilized and moved out of the area. Each species of bear is represented at the Alaska Zoo in South Anchorage.

 

Although bears species usually aren’t mixed, the Alaska Zoo in South Anchorage has had great success with Ahpun and Oreo. Two cubs – one polar, one brown – grew up together and until May 2003 shared a large enclosure. Both bears frolicked in the pool, which is deep enough to allow underwater viewing through thick windows. But Oreo, the brown bear, started showing a mean streak, so each of the two bears now gets the run of the cage on a split shift. Other sections of the zoo have brown and black bears, as well as a blue-tinted variety of black bear known as a glacier bear.

 

The Alaska Zoo is located at 4731 O’Malley Road, about two miles east of the Seward Highway. Look for the blinking light above the road at the zoo entrance.

 

The mayor, appearing perplexed, paradoxed, disconcerted, and satisfied wanted to also know how this beast was to be dealt with. She looked directly a Glenn…and then at Talis. Her denoted glare returned to Glenn. “What would you suggest we do about this animal – sir?” Talis moved to respond. Finkles threw up a hand with all five digits to signal a halt to the interruption. “I can stalk and trap this creature with a certain level of assistance,’ replied the ranger. Without looking for confirmation from the commissioner, Captain Samuel assured the ranger of his support. Captain Noodles barked, “You have no authority to offer anything to this man!” The two captains glared at one another, one was filled with hatred and bitterness toward the other. Captain Samuel looked to his commissioner for support. The commissioner, in his usual divergence and belied acquiescence, gazed vicariously elsewhere. Mayor Finkles deftly replied, “Yeah, but I do!” The mayor beamed a sardonic, dour, and non-faggoted glare at the commissioner and offending captain, well aware of their canted behavior and practices.

 

“We need to deploy all resources in the capture and removal of this animal…at all cost.” She fiercely replied to the oppositional attitude of Noodles’ baneful disposition.

 

The cop sneered and steered his gaze towards the commissioner. Talis just stood there. He appeared to be a military type style of attention. The mayor had complete control over the situation. “Let’s hear it, Ranger!” The mayor sat down amongst the commissioners and zookeepers.

 

“While I was in Alaska, there was talk of a group of foreign speaking men. The locals referred to them, as German or Russian sounding…could’ve been Yugoslavian – I don’t know. These individuals got off a bus – a Greyhound or Trailways or something…a caravan of about fifteen or more trucks – the tractor-trailer type – and vans came barreling down the highway. They were all painted black. They stopped and picked up these foreign guys. The foreign guys, about six of em…looked like professors of some sort.” The ranger stood and walked around the table to which his entourage sat. He positioned himself in the center of the room. He stood atop the Mayoral Municipal Insignia for the City of Philadelphia. Glenn faced the mayor sitting with the commissioners and zookeepers seated on the right…Genailia and Vernon, to the left. “This black vehicle caravan disappeared in the region beyond Kodiak Island. It’s been said, they’ve never been seen since.” The mayor asked, “How long has it been since this group is suspected of supposedly not being seen by the locals?” “This sighting occurred about three years ago,” said the ranger. Gerald stood erect and strong in his appearance. His muscular frame was in a relaxed stasis as his gaze bemused, swept the people in attendance. Glenn continued explaining what the locals of Kodiak and Aniak, Alaska, told him. He stood in an august fashion. The attention of the audience was completely his to enlighten. With further consternation, the ranger apprised them of his investigation of factual implications.

 

“These so-called professionals,” he stated, “were brought to that location to perform experiments on the animals of that region.” What type of experiments were not known, thought Glenn. The ranger continued speaking. He spoke of several hunter-trappers who were included in this party of clandestine black vehicle trekkers. Their equipment, mainly bear traps were being off-loaded from the trucks. Teams of hunters fanned out throughout the area encircling Kodiak Island, according to the locals. “Now if I saw what these guys were doing…was I supposed to doubt the word of the local inhabitants?” The ranger thought out loud, “It takes about a couple of years for a bear cub to start maturing – can you imagine what kind of things mad-scientists could do to change things on the planet?”

 

“If they are working for the government or some secretive DNA sadist group, what would they be doing to the bears and their cubs? I’ve seen one of their teams at a secluded and highly dense area on Kodiak Island, bring a full- grown Kodiak bear into one of the metal buildings. The bear appeared to be sedated while lying in the larger than usual steel cage. The cage was atop a large open bed black colored truck with an attached crane on the backend. They have three maybe four single floored metal fabricated structures in their camp. I believe they are laboratories,” said Glenn. “What in the hell were they going to do with that bear?”

 

The bear in the park is a monster. I suspect that it is also a product of the surreptitious people within that encampment,” exclaimed the ranger. The ranger vehemently expressed his belief.  “I believe that this bear is an experiment that has gone wrong…because it has escaped and is now here with us – eating, living, and hunting.”

 

“The only way to kill it and/or capture it is to find out what’s in it…what’s been done to it…what made it so big…and what is its weakness? In all probability, its intelligence has been altered as well!” The ranger turned his statuesque form to face the representatives of the Philadelphia Zoo. He focused a stoic stare that brought a peevish blush to their faces. “What kind of shit are you putting in these bears?” “What kind of shit is in this bear, fellas?” “What in God’s name are you all up to?” “Tell us now…now before someone else is mauled to death by your damned meddling with nature and God!”

 

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“Fairmount” – The Series Part 3

 

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The Series

Pt. 3: ‘A Sweet Briar License’

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The news media took the ball and ran with it. The headlines blasted the story of the attack of Czepaky and her children on the front pages of their respective papers. Television news programs portrayed the mother and her children as their leading news story. Radio news did likewise. And still they did not mention Lindsey Irvin.

The zoo officials blasted Professor Rockford’s account of a creature the size and magnitude as described. “It is impossible for a bear to be roaming around in Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park…even with its vast resources and acreage. A Kodiak Bear is highly unlikely to be roaming about in this part of the country. It’s the middle of November for Christ Sake…bears hibernate in the winter.” A reporter from one of Philly’s papers was hanging around after the mayor’s meeting. The reporter fired a question to the zoo official. “How do you explain the attack on the woman and her kids?” “And what about the little Black Kid that was killed a few weeks ago?” “You did say bears hibernate in the winter…what about Professor Rockford’s explanation of bears stirring and taking a walk while sleeping in the winter?” “What about the people who saw the thing…how do you explain all that?” The zoo officials walked out of the room and down the stairway to the parking area. The reporter headed towards the police commissioner who was standing just outside the Mayor’s Office, a few feet from the meeting room. He then asked the commissioner about the way the meeting was held. “Commissioner Talis, do you think the meeting was utilized for public safety or for personal gain?” Talis glared at the reporter who also attracted other reporters that were hanging about in the corridor. He thought carefully before answering, “I think the mayor knows what she is doing. However, I feel that it should have been handled a bit more privately – my concerns are public safety – public panic…especially with the upcoming walk-athons, regattas, and general park users. I’m afraid of public panic over this situation. Personal gain is not on my agenda…now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.” The reporter fired back while pursuing the commissioner to the official user’s elevator, “what did you think about the professors’ presentation…what about the Black Kid?” The commissioner answered, “the presentation was informative…I could have gotten that stuff from the zoo people”…the elevator doors closed. The reporter, himself Black, wondered about today’s events as he double-checked his digital voice recorder. He also wondered, while walking down the stairwell of City Hall, how the family of Lindsey Irvin was dealing with the latest attack.

A heavy police presence saturated both sides of the Schuylkill River, from the East Falls Bridge to the Art Museum and Eakins Oval. The Marine Unit of The Philadelphia Police Department could not find anything that would indicate the whereabouts of the bear or the body of he suspected dead teenager. The order was given to start a diving search and rescue effect. “We don’t expect to find the boy alive, “ said one team commander to another diving squad commander. “But we do expect to find his body.” Two divers were set to go into the water. Assistant team members double-checked their gear. They made sure that the underwater radios and flashlights were operating correctly. The divers entered the water under the Girard Avenue Bridge, just down river from the viewing stand and Goose Island, which sat smack in the middle of the river directly across from the viewing stand automobile parking lot. Another set of divers was preparing to enter the water from up-stream, the East Falls Bridge shoreline. The first set of divers reached Goose Island while police water craft motored above, from one end of the river to the other. The first set of divers dove deep into the river bottom and root of the island. The murky water disclosed various underwater caves around the perimeter or the island. “There’s a bunch of cave openings at the center and bottom of the island, Sergeant Miller,” said the first diver. “Besides a bund of fish and fowl carcasses, car parts, a car chassis, tree limbs, and other debris…I’d like to see what’s in one of these caves.” “Make sure your partner keeps watch behind you, diver…I don’t want any mishaps down there.” I’m dispatching a couple of boats to monitor above you while you’re in there.” “Go ahead and investigate the cave,” said the sergeant. The diver signaled to his partner to watch his back. The first diver entered the water, climbing over large tree roots and stumps, he was careful to stay afloat…the muddy river bottom was like quicksand. In an attempt to stand, the officer’s feet made contact with the rivers muddy bottom. The muck seemed to envelope his entire foot and leg as it virtually sucked him downward into the mire. The muck seemed to suck down anything that made contact with it. The diver shined his light up and down and side-to-side of the cave walls submerged under water while marine inhabitants scurried.

The Carp, Sunnys, Blues, and Eels scurried out of the path of the light and the diver. “Hey Jeff”, said the first diver to the second. “There’s a path and open air in here.” The diver traveled about twenty-five feet from the murky black bottom entranceway into the cave. The trail in the island’s belly began to turn into dry soil as the diver ascended. He turned off his oxygen while removing his scuba mask and spoke into his radio. “Jeff…come in here…you’ve gotta see this.”

Harold Risehold (the 1st diver) was astonished at the discovery his partner Jeff Scott, was about to disclose and he…about to witness. A skull, partially decomposed, lay between two rocks in a corner of the cave. When Harold reached to pick it up, a small catfish darted from the socket of an empty left eye socket. Harold jumped backwards and fell with a loud splash into a pile of gucky and smelly mud. The two officers were shocked at the find and spooked by the thought of being here if and when the creature decided to come back here to this cave. After composure set in on he pair, the men gathered the skull and a few scattered bones, which appeared to be the lower lumbar section of a human, for evidentiary examination. They also photographed the unusually large paw and claw prints as seen throughout the cave. Live and dead inhabitants with other specimen was documented and photographed as well. “Let’s gather this shit and get the hell out of here. I’ve got a bad feeling about this place!” exclaimed Harold while caressing the large Bowie knife strapped to his right leg. The two men hurried their work. Suddenly, a loud splash and gurgling sound caused the hair on their necks to stand at attention. “Jeff…let’s go – NOW!” “If we’ve missed something, let the big wigs handle it…let’s move…get out.” Quietly, excitedly, and panicky – almost silently was the high pitched cry of Risehold. The divers raced into the water away from the sound…donning their gear on the fly.

The divers reached the surface of the water and hurriedly entered the waiting police marine search and rescue boat. They were happy the backup boats were there because they did not want to swim back to the point of origin. They were visibly frightened and glad to be on the way back to shore. The West side of the river endured a traffic backup just as the four officers reached their destination on the East side of the Schuylkill. The other boat headed back up river towards the Falls Bridge.

Officers arrived at the accident scene on the West River side just before the “Sweet Briar Cutoff.” A car and a pickup truck were engaged in a fender-bender just about at about 8 p.m. The female driver of the car stated that she’d seen something huge run across the roadway. The other drivers of stopped vehicles concurred – “It was huge”, screamed another of the other motorists! “It disappeared into the woods up the hill towards the expressway!” One of the cops appeared to be complacent, “yeah…ok, let’s see your cards”, referring to the vehicle owners’, insurance identification cards, and drivers license(s). Both drivers produced the required documentation. The other cop walked over to where the motorists pointed the animals running route. Four motorists, two men and two women with outstretched fingers, pointed to the direction. The owners of two of the six stopped cars stood frozen with uncertainty…their eyes wide open as they peered from the left and to the right. They were very afraid. The cop was out of sight for all of a few minutes. Suddenly, the cop appeared from the bushes…running from the thickness of the wooded area – straight to his waiting police cruiser – the man screamed into the radio microphone! “EMERGENCY – EMERGENCY, THIS IS CAR #1407…BADGE NUMBER 3722, GET BACKUP OUT HERE IMMEDIATELY – ALERT…ALERT THE CAPTAIN AND THE SWAT TEAM – IT’S HERE, IT’S HERE!”

The motorists who were fearful had every right to be alarmed. The larger than life beast, silhouetted by the full moonlight, burst from the thicket in hot pursuit of the inquisitive bush- searching officer. The unfrozen motorists ran for their cars. One of the female motorists became a pillar of screams. The cars attempted to flee…but could not due to the police cruisers blocking the westbound lanes of the West River Drive. The Giant Kodiak roared. The sound was deafening. It sounded like thunder and lightning as the monster crashed and cracked tree limbs with its massive frame. The beast roared again and showed its glistening seven-inch fangs that dripped with spittle and foam. It attacked the cruiser of the escaping cop while he was still in it. The cop sat in horror – screaming into the radio’s microphone. The officer never had an opportunity to draw his service weapon, glock 9mm semi-automatic handgun. The over-whelming attacker hit the driver side door with a swipe of its right tree-trunk sized arm. The thick paw housed eight-inch claws. The driver side door of the car crumpled as glass shattered from its window. The second blow from the beast ripped the door from the car completely. The door disappeared into the night. The third swipe brought the helpless cop into the jaws of the giant. The blood curdling screams of the man pierced the otherwise quiet nighttime air. Blood gushed from the mouth, ears, and eyes of the bears prey as the beast’s punch-press jaws cracked the rib cage and ripped his middle with the seven-inch fangs. The Kodiak’s jaws were massive…several thousand pounds of lightning fast jaw muscle crushed the officer’s torso like teeth cutting a potato chip. The innards were ripped out with the splashing of blood, flew everywhere as the beast began to dine. The bears mouth was so large that it enabled the envelopment of the large mans’ entire mid-section. The second cop, as were the witnessing motorists, was frozen in horror as he was forced to watch his partner being eaten alive. He fired his weapon at the beast to no avail. The officer emptied his service weapon into the back of the ravaging behemoth with no affect. The animal, annoyed at this nuisance, turned and looked at the thing that was interfering with its meal. The large red and white moonlit hate filled eyes sent ice water through the veins of the assaulting officer. The animal stood on its hind legs, looking down on the hapless being. Fifteen feet of bristled fur and muscle was too much for the eyes of the officer to drink…standing on its hind legs, the beast swung its massive paw and flipped over what was left of the dead cops cruiser. The flying car missed the surviving officer by mere inches. The police officer was frozen with fear as he starred at the glistening fangs…white as ivory, dripping blood and guts. The officer attempted to re-load his weapon while the approaching animal descended upon him. Before the cop could look up again, the mouth of the bear engulfed the human from head to waist. One bite of its vicious cavernous jaws left the lower half of the man standing…the limp remains, waist to feet, dropped to the pavement in a bloody heap. The lower half of the man was picked up by the beast with its jaws and carried off as the animal glared back at the remaining fright-filled, dumb-founded, and frozen motorists. The monster bear sauntered off towards the rivers edge; its jaws dripped human blood and human legs dangled as it disappeared into the river-brush.

The pickup truck driver managed to make a statement out loud while standing with several other horror-filled people, “Damn…the cop didn’t give me back my driver’s license!”

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The funeral was held on Dauphin Street near Broad, it seemed all of Philadelphia showed up to pay respects to the Irvin-Xavier family. Cars, vans, trucks, and buses lined the narrow one-way street. The news media was out in force. Their inquiries, disrespectful at times, furrow for information of the attack on the boys. The Hospital Administrators were inundated with questions from reporters and investigative journalists alike. The police had their hands full. They had no answers or explanations. They were hopeful to get information from the surviving boys.

Malcolm and Jason were ushered into the small multi-roomed funeral parlor. The parlor was constructed from three gutted row houses into one funeral home full of people –friends, family, and news media. Parking visiting cars was at your own risk. The area of what is described, as a parking lot was the chain-linked fenced backyard(s) of the three building conversions from the street through to a back building exiting out into Dauphin Street. The company limo and van were housed in that area of the funeral home property.

The boys appeared to be very uneasy as everyone stared at them. They all seemed to want their reaction, or what they perceived, would be the boys’ mental condition(s) after the attack. Malcolm and Jason looked at each other with watered eyes while holding hands. The terrible event revolved repeatedly in their minds. Jason was wheelchair bound. The doctors at Temple Hospital diagnosed his condition as mentally traumatic with physical damage from the backward tumbling fall he suffered while rolling down the hill and into the roadway of Strawberry Mansion Drive. His body came to a stop on the point of large boulder that was partially covered by Rhododendrons that flourished throughout the park. The fall caused fractures to his lower shinbone and ankle on his right leg. The boy also suffered nightmares, sudden crying episodes, assorted bruises, contusions, and a large bump on his forehead.

The children’s parents and friends kept the cops at bay. The patronizing investigative detectives of the Central Philadelphia Juvenile Division, made every attempt to question the boys. They brought their cynical inquisition right at the parents, implying child neglect, child endangerment, and reckless behavior on the adults responsible for the dead and injured kids. Leon is 13 years old, Jason 12, Malcolm 13, and Lindsey would have been 15 on his birthday, November 5. The attack occurred October 26.

Uncle Rue kept Leon close by his side during the funeral ceremony, his mother on the other. The Xavier Family kept Malcolm from outside influences as well. Relatives and friends continually gawked at the boys while whispering in the ears of one another…commenting and nodding continually. The air in the parlor was stifling. It was permeated with floral scents, perfume, cologne, body odor, and sweat. The air-conditioner was sorely needed although the ambient temperature was 32 degrees on the outside of the building. The date of Lindsey’s funeral was November 4.

Lindsey enjoyed hanging out in the park with his cousin and friends. The boys hiked the hills, fields, mountain-like cliffs, and woods of Fairmount Park. The boys often made their trek near the Schuylkill River. They almost never left the park’s Strawberry Mansion Area of the river because of the wildlife, the fishing, joggers, and scull racing.

Saturdays and sometimes Sunday’s, throughout the spring, summer, and fall were spent in The Fairmount by the boys…unless family chores or events interfered. The Belmont Horse Stables experienced frequent visits by the troop. Boathouse Row was not exempt from the rustic behavior of the four intrepid and expeditionary weekend marauders. While the boys enjoyed fishing, they did not partake of the activity regularly, due to their inability to afford the desired state of the art tackle equipment. They carved their fishing poles from limbs of nearby tree branches. On occasion, they would chip-in .50 cents to a dollar each to purchase tackling line, usually 10 or 15 lb. test. Many anglers along the East and West Banks of the river were accustomed to the devil-may-care adventurers. They were laughed at by the fishermen for attempting to lure fish with a flimsy tackle or two baited corn kernel nuggets or some form of meat tied to their hooks at the end of their weighted-river-sunk lines. The boys were entrepreneurial in their adventures. They would sometimes catch a Karp or Catfish, play with it, and throw it back. Taking the fish home would find its way into the trash or garbage…Mom would not stand for the smelly river-lived animal(s) in the house, let alone the thought of eating it for dinner. Bored, they moved on. They began their mountain journey homeward as the day neared its end.

The last of the speakers ended his sermon. The funeral procession was now underway. The ushers lead the attendees past the coffin for one last view of the dead boy. The lead usher started with the first person of the last row in the funeral parlor. The viewing ended with the parents of the slain child. The casket was closed and carried out to the waiting hearse. The automobile procession was as long and as far as the eye could see. The line of cars, vans, and trucks were numerous. They appeared to be about five or six blocks long. The caravan continued its trek to the cemetery at 32nd and Lehigh Avenue (Forrest Hill). After the burial ceremony, food and other refreshments were served at the church location, 29th and Lehigh Avenue as a community service to the boys’ family and well-wishers.

Uncle Rue enjoyed a bit more taste than the other men who attended the funeral. Albeit, many of the men at the house did not go to the services, the Xavier house, 3635 N. Myrtlewood Street, was filled to the brim with family, friends, and well-wishers. Many folk delivered food and drink while many brought other things. Wine, beer, and spirits were also served at the feast that was overshadowed by sorrow.

Ladia Ben-Whey Irvin was in the kitchen being comforting by her sister, Geraldine Xavier. Ladia was crying uncontrollably. Ladia held her sister and comforted her. Several other ladies were on hand to deliver comfort and support as well. People continually paraded in and out of the kitchen and dining rooms of the house. Paper plates and plastic forks moved like currency at a teller’s window. Potatoes salad, collard greens, fried and baked chicken, macaroni, ham, beef, and Jell-O was served to the ravenous horde. As the evening progressed, several participants of the drink group started to get a bit drunk. A few of the guys began to sing some back-in-the-day ballads. They performed magnificently as the harmony and lyrics rolled of their tongues from beyond the tonsils. Two other young men began arguing over the length of time the other spent starring at the ass of his girlfriend. The older men intervened and prevented its escalation. Several female attendees gossiped and snickered. They were verbally abusive and assaulting. Their behavior began to attract attention from the older ladies who condemned the repulsive behavior. One of the elder ladies was highly annoyed, “we are here for a sorrowful occasion!” “Who cares what type of clothing people are wearing?” “A boy is dead…and you dare to come here with your barroom attitudes and whore-house behavior!” “A family is suffering…and you behave as if this is a party…it’s a celebration of life!” “If you can’t behave…leave!”

The disrespectful females, embarrassed, made their apologies and left…all but one. “Who the fuck does she think she is?” The woman was obviously inebriated. “I’ll kick that old bitch’s ass!” The outburst caught the attention of Lindsey’s father and the other men who attended the services. “You won’t kick anyone’s ass in here!” “My son is dead…and you bring this shit in here…get your disrespectful drunken ass out of here!”

Things quieted down after the explosive conversation. The ladies began cleaning up the house and putting things in order. Ladia finally went to sleep. As she slept on her sister’s bed, her husband, her surviving two children Rey and Malia, her sister, Malcolm, and the remaining family members gently kissed her.

The angry piercing eyes of the thing were now upon them…Malcolm screamed. He was dreaming. His sleep was continually interrupted with nightmares. His parents considered psychiatric consultation. The constant nightmares caused great concern to Benjamin and Geraldine Xavier. “Will this terrible event never end,” asked Benjamin? “Our son will have this embedded in his mind for as long as he lives…what can we do to help him?” “Deenie”, Ben says to Geraldine, “we are going to get him the help he needs…insurance or no insurance.” The Xavier’s have been struggling with making ends meet ever since Ben was laid off from his job as a computer programmer and data processor at the Data-Fax Company in Horsham. His unemployment benefits have reached tier three. He has been unemployed for nearly a year and a half with no opportunities for his caliber of technical skills. Geraldine is an unemployed teachers’ aid who was laid off from her school assignment due to a state cutback in educational funding.  The state welfare system disallows them medical insurance and other benefits that they were entitled, due to Ben’s amount of UC benefits and the fact that he took a temporary job for three days last week. He made $200.40 before taxes. That amount was also deducted from his UC benies. State law pending because Malcolm is a minor and is required to receive coverage as child health coverage mandates (the battle for welfare coverage) apply.

Gerald Glenn, Genailia Francis, and Willice Samuel walked through the patch of rhododendron and azalea bushes to examine the grassy spot near the Strawberry Mansion Bridge. Ranger Glenn removed the sample of plant leaf and soil from a plastic bag while pointing to the spot he had examined during the initial search around the cherry blossom tree. The paw-print, nearly gone after being exposed for more than ten days, gave Francis and Samuel a fright. Now the captain knew why the ranger had that strange look on his face the day the boys were attacked. “Damn, do they actually grow to be that big”, exclaimed Samuel? Glenn answered, “No”. He also added, “I’ve seen them big…but not this damn big!” “This one is huge…gigantic…a monster!” “From the size and length of the print, it’s got to be at least 9 to 10 foot in height and weighing more than 5,000 lbs.

The trio spotted something else during their search. Several azalea bushes were dug up just a few feet from the initial examination location. The roots of the shrubbery were chewed. A few from the spot, a mangled right hind leg of what appeared to be a squirrel, lay in a dark pool of dried blood. Ranger Glenn said to his two companions, “you know…the length of this beasts stride exceeds the stride of any of the beasts known in the Northeastern region of this country…and of other countries as well.” Genailia posed to argue the impossibilities of such a creature. Glenn pointed to another spot on the hard cold park soil. Another print appeared. This latest print appeared to be much fresher than the previous one. “This thing has been here again.” “That print is about four, maybe five days old.” Genailia cited the impossibilities of an animal of this size roaming free in this environment…in this part of the country…in this city. Captain Samuel wanted to know what they were talking about, “Look damn it, what in the hell is all this stuff?” “What kind of animal or monster are you two talking about?” The ranger looked at the professor. “He’s not going to believe what this thing is and what we’re up against…shit, I don’t even believe it…or do I want to believe it!” The professor glared at the ranger, “this is not possible!” It’s highly improbable that a creature like this can be here…it can’t survive here!” The police captain yelled, “Tell me!” The ranger reached for his sample and showed it to them. The chewed and undigested foliage and soil sample was dumped out of the plastic bag. The soil sample contained more than mere dirt. The sample revealed feces. The ranger began to explain the sample that he had kept to himself until he was sure of its actual contents. When he initially gathered the stuff, no one was paying attention to what he was doing. The CSI team had their theory and agenda. It was not in alignment with the Rangers predetermined conclusion “This is what the beast was eating,” Glenn pointed the two dark colored samples. “And this is the beasts’ shit.” “This stool sample contains partially eaten fish, berries, azalea root, and cherry blossom tree bark.” The print that we have come across is twice the size of any known animal in this region. This species of beast can be the most dangerous and destructive animal known on American soil…the planet. Professor Francis adamantly replied, “You’ve got to be joking…an animal that size just doesn’t exist anywhere!” “Lady…you don’t know what can come out of the Canadian wilderness…as I suspect, this beast has had to come from nowhere other than Canada or Alaska.” “Besides…I’ve had the shit and print analyzed and compared to samples of the same type of animal in this region, including the Philadelphia Zoo.” “Ranger Glenn,” said the professor, “you can’t mean”… “Yes I do”, replied Glenn. “My dear Captain, what we are investigating is the invasion of a rather large bear…a killer bear…a giant Kodiak Bear.” The captains’ jaw dropped, “you’ve got to be shittin me…a fuckin bear?” “No captain, a giant fuckin bear…the biggest fuckin beast that I’ve ever come across, according to the prints and the trail it left in this area of the park,” said Glenn. “My friends, this Kodiak is a monster…the average size for a big Kodiak usually grows to about 9 feet in length, 6 to 7 feet high on all fours, and weighs about 500 to 800 lbs.” “From the size of this new print and the print impression that I’ve seen throughout this area of Strawberry Mansion.” The ranger continued on, “Now how it got here is one big damn mystery.” “This animal is territorial and will kill, eat, or destroy anything it deems a threat to its food.”

Captain Samuel went back to the 39th District before returning to the 14th. When Willice Samuel told Captain Jarard Noodles of the last discovery, he replied, “Bullshit.” “There’s no way in hell that we’ve got a killer bear in Fairmount Park.” “Willice, if you go to Commissioner and Mayor with this horseshit, you can kiss your Gold Bars good-bye.” “There’s no way in hell you’re gonna convince these people that a giant bear is living in the park…hell, I don’t even believe you.” “What will the news media do with this shit?” “People won’t go to the park for fear of being mauled…a goddamn panda bear – the assholes with guns will come out of the fuckin woodwork …they’ll want to shot the fuckin place up – they’ll shot at the first thing that moves.” “Well, Jerry…I can’t sit here with my thumbs up my ass…I need to report what we’ve found out in those woods”, replied Samuel. “I’ve got two experts in disagreement over its size while the dead kid’s folks want to know what the hell we’re doing about his killer.” “And now I find myself sitting here arguing with you on what it is, and what ain’t.” ”Tell you what Jerry…I’m going”… The captain’s telephone rings…his expression froze…his complexion changed… it appeared as white as chalk as the color left his face. “There’s been a sighting of your monster bear!” It attacked a mother and her kids over at the Smith Playground…the motherfucker killed one of the kids.” ‘It took him and injured one of the other three!”

Sirens screamed throughout the North Philly air. Ambulances, Fire and Rescue, and Police, converged on the Smith Playground vicinity. The surrounding area of 33rd Street near Cecil B. Moore Avenue was filled with emergency vehicle and the news media. Reporters scrambled throughout the attack scene and its predominantly Black neighborhood. Interviewers shoved microphones and cameras in the faces of people not wanting exposure while those that did pushed and shoved their way to any figure holding one or the other – hoping for a chance to appear on the evening television news shows.

“The beast, according to a passing jogger who witnessed the horrible attack, the older boy in its mouth while standing atop of another kid.” “The mother of the children was screaming and throwing things at it…blood was flying everywhere…the beast was the biggest damn bear I’d ever seen, I mean it was huge, monstrous…the poor kid was in its mouth…it held the boy in its jaws – the kid’s torso was engulfed by its teeth.” The jogger went on to describe the boy’s dilemma. “He wasn’t a little kid…he appeared to be about 16 or 17 years old…his brother, the one the thing was standing on, looked to be about 6 or 7 years old – the big kid was totally in the things mouth – the little kid was just about covered by the animals foot, I could hardly see him…if not for him screaming and the blood spouting all over!”

The accosting beast beat a wide breath through the woods near the rear of the playground and the golf-ball driving range’s high fence. The blood trail lead down the hill and across several embankments down toward the river. The body of the assaulted teen was not found. The bear tracks and blood trail disappeared at the connecting parkway drives and road surface save for a spatter of blood that was found at the entranceway of East River Drive at Green Valley Run Drive. A few feet away was the Schuylkill River. Park Rangers and Mounted Police were in hot pursuit of the animal when a passing roller-blader pointed to the middle of the near frozen river. A scully rower also pointed to the middle of the Schuylkill as well. “Yo…I saw something big hit the water and it made a terrible noise and then I saw the splash as it disappeared under the water.

Authorities from all four points of the city converged on the East River Drive at Green Valley Drive. Lemon Hill was cordoned off to traffic and pedestrians alike. Both ends of the river drives were closed…from the East Falls Bridge to Eakins Oval on both sides of the river. The two police captains rushed to the scene of alarm. Captain Samuel arrived before Captain Noodles. Samuel directed six officers from his 14th District to commandeer the traffic operations at the North end of East and West River Drives – The East Falls Bridge, while the other six, from the 39th District to take charge of the operations at the South end – Eakins Oval. Captain Noodles was caught up in traffic tie-ups throughout the Lemon Hill area, 33rd and Girard Avenue to 34th and Girard, on the West side of the Girard Avenue Bridge – The Philadelphia Zoo. He was stuck on the bridge waiting for officers to clear the way for him. When he finally got to the East River Drive, he wasn’t pleased to find Captain Samuel commanding his men.

Philadelphia Police Commissioner Dexter Talis stood in the center parking lot of the Smith Playground screaming into a police hand-held radio. The commissioner ordered all area district commanders to coordinate their searches and to maintain order while controlling the on-lookers and media at large – “NO INTERVIEWS! DO NOT TALK TO THE MEDIA!” As the Mayor was weighing in on the precarious situation, three of her mobile-car telephones were lit up…blinking furiously while she rode in the back of her official city issued limousine. She demanded to know what exactly was taking place. As the mayor was weighing in on the precarious situation, three of the four mobile-car-telephones lit up and flashed furiously. She was already highly pissed at the failure and breakdown of protocol on her watch. The data surrounding the initial attack was never delivered to her office. The mayor punished herself for not going directly to the Irvin-Xavier family. The mayor demanded to know the status of the woman and her three children while screaming into the receiver of the fourth car phone. “I want to see all four District Commanders immediately!” Mayor Finkles was livid. The police commissioner ordered all officers to move everything and everyone in the path of the mayor’s route of travel towards the terrible scene. Finkle’s limo and lead escort car raced down the Roosevelt Boulevard from the Northeast section of Philly. The lights of the two vehicles flashed brightly…red and blue lights on the dashboard, rear window, and front header-panel grill illuminated the cloudy dull late Thursday afternoon. The mayor had just departed a meeting at a hotel on Old Lincoln Highway. The meeting was to generate new job opportunities for the unemployed citizens of Philadelphia. She slammed the telephone into its cradle – she wondered at the possibilities of civil unrest regarding the attacks…the chaotic activities that would arise in light of the fact that the first death was a black kid and the other white.

Gerald Glenn arrived at the 33rd Street entranceway to the driving range and Smith Playground. He attempted to cross the police line that was cordoned off with yellow “Do Not Cross” tape. A rookie officer refused to his advance. The ranger attempted to explain his official capacity and relevance for being at the scene. The rookie refused to hear him. “I’ve got my orders…no one is to cross”, he said with a truculent snarl and stare! The officer stood six foot six and weighed about two hundred and seventy-five pounds. He towered over the ranger who was every bit of five foot ten and weighing near one hundred and sixty pounds soaking wet. The ranger reached for his badge and identification. He held the credentials up for the cop to see…the rookie was staunch in his position. “NO ONE IS TO CROSS THIS LINE…SIR!” The ranger stepped away from the cop while retrieving a cell phone from his right hip pocket. He dialed a number…the number was that of Captain Samuel. He’d given Glenn the number in case he needed to get in touch with him right away. When the captain got the call, he barked into a hand-held police radio. Almost instantly, a police sergeant appeared and screamed at the rookie – “What in the hell is the matter with you?” – While waving at Glenn to come forward and cross under the yellow barrier tape – “Did you not see his badge and ID?” “Yes sir”, said the rookie. “I saw that he wasn’t a cop and this is a crime scene…I was just doing my job.” The sergeant stared at the officer as Glenn walked past him…”Ass-hole”, said Glenn to the rookie cop. The sergeant nodded his approval of the comment.

The ranger stepped away from the cop retrieving his cell phone, dialed the number that Captain Samuel had given him. Samuel received the call from Glen and immediately barked into his hand held police radio. Almost instantly, a police sergeant appeared and screamed at the rookie – “What the hell is the matter with you?” All the while waving at Glenn to come across the line. “Did you not his badge and ID?” The rookie responded, “Yes sir, I saw that he wasn’t a cop and this is a crime scene.” The sergeant glared at the young officer as Glenn walked past him…”ass-hole”, said Glenn to the rookie.

Ranger Glenn watched as the woman and her injured son were attended to by the EMR techs. CSI teams scurried about taking pictures and gathering samples for evidentiary research and evaluation. The ranger was not impressed as no one sought his input. The police sergeant nodded several times while listening to his hand-held police radio. “My orders sir, are to assist you in every way possible.” The ranger smiled. “Actually Sergeant, there’s not much for me to do here…I’ve seen just about all I need to at this point.” “I would appreciate it very much if Professor Francis could join up with Captain Samuel and me at the Fountain Green and East River Drive entranceway…I want to view the area where the creature disappeared.” “The captain has been called to another location sir”…”I don’t know Professor Francis”, said the sergeant. “Alright, can you radio the captain and have him contact the professor?” “Tell the captain that I need her here – NOW!”

The ambulance carried Mrs. Czerpaky and her injured child to Temple University Hospital for treatment. Two plain-clothes police officers in separate unmarked cars followed the ambulance with a marked patrol car carrying two officers brought up the rear, traveled in tandem. The sirens screamed through the city streets as on-lookers gawked and pointed. CSI, Police Task Force, and Swat Teams armed with assault weapons, fanned out through the area of the attack down to the river’s edge. Police Skin Diver crews were dispatched to the river’s edge at Fountain Green and East river Drive. Pedestrian and automobile traffic was grid locked. The local news media swarmed over the area with their air coverage in helicopters. The police choppers issued air space safety guidelines as two air vehicles barely missed each other in flight. The television and radio reports of the incident flooded the communication systems, pre-empting regularly scheduled television and radio shows. The media marquis in center city flashed messages about the attacks and fatality. Nothing was reported about Lindsey Irvin.

Mrs. Carolynn Czerpaky and her sons, Brian and Jason were from Clifton Heights, just outside the city of Philadelphia. They were in the park on a research, study, and play-day trip. Carolynn wanted to teach her sons about some to the wondrous sites throughout the city. The builder-founders of Smith Playground were a part of the criteria. Richard and Sarah Smith in Anno Domini MDCCCXCVII erected the structure. It housed the famous ‘Giant Sliding Board’ with its rooftop balcony and five gables facing the front parking lot on Reservoir Drive and Mount Pleasant Drive at 33rd Street in North Philly. The golf course driving range is located directly next door, separated by a small creek and gully. The playground also has an outdoor swimming pool for the children in the warm weather summer months. Three floors make up the buildings total structure. Arts and craft activities, a basketball court, and several other interests are housed inside the structure as well. The schedule of operation is Tuesday thru Sunday 10:00 A.M. to 4:00 P.M. The surrounding area presents many mansions erected throughout the park. Many of them built in the 17th and 18 hundred centuries. Rockland Mansion is around the corner from the playground on Rockland Drive near the reservoir. The Edgley Drive thoroughfare hosts the Diamond Street baseball diamonds and basketball courts. Several tennis courts abound the area as well.

The skin divers were prepared to enter the cold dark murky water. Ranger Glenn ran across the street to where the team’s commanding officer stood. Glenn cautioned and suggested to the Lieutenant not to send the team into the water until they knew whether the beast is under there or not. “We need to recover that boy’s body, Ranger!” The ranger responded, “Lieutenant, if the animal has a den somewhere around here, it has probably stashed the body there…it will protect its prey…meaning, it will attack and kill anything and anybody…play it smart and wait awhile. If you do anything at all, I would suggest dragging the bottom of the river.” The lieutenant paused and thought for a moment…”O.K., I’ll get some boats out there and see if we can get a rise out of the thing by dragging the bottom of the river.” The Lieutenant ordered his men to get their boats out on the water. The divers and crews began the dragging process. The motor powered rowboats and cruisers scoured the riverbanks on sides, east and west simultaneously while working towards the center. Two boats headed up the river towards the viewing stand on the East side of the river. A small island, which stands immediately in the center of the river, was the immediate search area. The island entertained many species of wildlife that nature had to offer in this region. It housed mostly the Canadian Geese who most always lived in this area year-round. The officers in the two boats approached the island on either side. Tethering their craft, the two- man and two-woman team disembarked the vehicles and stepped onto the soil of the island.

The four officers were very careful as to not disturb hatchlings and other wildlife residing in and on the island. One of the officers noticed a large print with distinctive five point edged insertions. The large distinctive prints cut deeply into the soil…they appeared to be unusually large claw marks. Further into the search, about five to six feet away from the first impression, geese nests were dug out and destroyed. The remnants of eggshell crumbs were scattered about…shrubbery and several small trees were torn and uprooted…roots were chewed and limbs were broken, “He’s certainly been here”, stated one of the officers. “Alright…call it in and let’s get the hell out of here before it comes back”, another exclaimed.

The city’s Police Commissioners, District Commanders, National Guard Officers, several A.D.A.’s, representatives of the news media, Professor Francis, Ranger Glenn, 8 Local Park Rangers, and 4 zoo officials were present at the mayor’s emergency meeting in her City Hall Chambers. The mayor walked in with a distinguishing looking elderly gentleman, an advisor. He was the former mayor of Philadelphia, Roger Tanex. The mayor opened the meeting with greetings to all. She then focused her gaze upon the police commanders. “Gentlemen…where are we at present with this investigation?” Police Commissioner Dexter Talis reported Mrs. Czerpaky and her eight-year-old son are being cared for at the local hospital. Her son, Jason, is in stable condition as related to his injuries. The body of the other son remains unfound. “We are continuing to keep on with our search up and down the Schuylkill River and its banks. Park grounds and trails in the immediate area are patrolled…the patrols have been doubled and all available officers as well as the National Guard and Park Rangers are put on alert status. “The commissioner then turned his gaze towards Captain Samuel and nodded as the television cameras recorded the officers every movement. Captain Samuel motioned Ranger Glenn and Professor Francis to come forward. “I’d like to introduce The United States and National Parks and Forests Ranger Gerald Glenn and The National Game Warden and Carnivore Expert, Professor Genailia Francis.” “These two experts discovered signs of a rather unusual species of wild animal that we most probably have never before encountered.” “Your Honor and distinguished representatives…we have discovered a most dangerous and very large animal in our midst,” said Professor Francis. “Ranger Glenn and I have concurred and consulted with my mentor and teacher, Professor Vernon Rockford, whereas we have concluded this animal to be a very large

Kodiak bear!” “This animal stands approximately nine-feet tall while standing on all fours…from the ground to the shoulder. His length is probably twelve to fourteen feet in length, snout to tail, and weighs about five thousand pounds.” “The three of us have been in contact and with extensive examinations of these types of carnivores…albeit, not nearly as large as this one.” “Professor Rockford can best explain and elaborate on the type of animal that we think we are dealing with.” “Professor,” Genailia conceded the floor to the professor.

“Thank you, Professor Francis…allow me to present a brief history of the type of animal that we are dealing with. A power point slide show was projected on the bare white wall, the Southwesterly wall of the meeting room.

A photo array of different types of bears was projected from the viewpoint of the professor’s lap top computer and projector. The Kodiak bear, as we know it is an Alaskan Bear. One of the great Alaskan Brown bears; it’s also one of the world’s largest land dwelling flesh-eater. It grows to be about 9 feet in length and can weigh up to 1700 lbs in weight. Alaskan Brown Bears feed almost entirely on fish when salmon are running upstream to spawn. An expert fish catcher…other times the bears make a meal of whatever is available; they dig for roots, bulbs, grass, berries, fruit, eggs, insects, squirrels, and other small animals…bears eat many kinds of food…mostly vegetables.”

“Bears make up one family of the carnivores, or meat eating animals or mammals, if you will. Bears share a common ancestry with dogs…close relations are raccoons and pandas – all have bulky bodies and stubby tails with thick and powerful legs. Their heels touch the ground just like humans when they walk. The prints of their back/hind feet are remarkable. They are much like the prints of huge flat-footed humans. The Native-American Indians called the Grizzly Bears beasts that walk like people. Bears can run at nearly 30 miles an hour – they are skilled tree climbers and live for about 15 to 30 years in the wild. They can live longer in captivity. Most bears are found in Asia, Europe, and North America. The South American Spectacled Bear is the only species living south of the equator. The main types of bear inhabit the North Americas – Big Brown Bears, the Grizzly and the American Black Bear. Polar Bears inhabit the Arctic Region.”

“The Black Bear, ranging in species, is found in Alaska and Northern Canada to Central Mexico. The American Black Bear appears in a variety of colors – most of these bears grow shiny black fur in the Eastern Range; many have brown or cinnamon colored coats, in the Western Range. The Glacier or Blue Bear, with grayish blue fur are found in Southern Alaska. In the island off British Columbia, a species of Creamy White fur colored bears can be found. They are called Kermode’s Bear. The American Black Bear usually weighs about 500 pounds. They are the smallest of the North American Bears and it is a wide-ranging species. Like many bears everywhere, the American Black Bear fills up on many different kinds of food during the summer and fall. By the time cold weather comes, the bear is very fat and ready for a long winter’s nap. Eating nothing and living off its fat throughout the winter sleep. Occasionally it may wake up briefly and grumble. On mild days it may even leave its den for a short walk.”

“Cubs are born in late January or early February while the mother is in her den. She usually has two cubs, but sometimes three or four are born. Each one is usually less than 10 inches long and weighs about 1 pound. The cubs are covered with thick coats of wooly hair by the spring, March and/or April. The cubs and mother leave the den and start to wander through the woods or their immediate environment. The mother bear keeps a constant watch over her cubs. She begins to teach them how to hunt for food. If danger is near, she’ll more than likely send the cubs up a tree. The mother will protect the cubs to the death. If the cubs disobey the mother bear, she may grab them by the scruff of the neck, portray a scolding growl, or cuff them soundly. The family usually stays together for about one and a half to two years.”

“The Grizzly is a vanishing monarch. It is usually found to be much larger than its cousin, the Black Bear. The Grizzly usually weighs up to one thousand pounds. The only North American Black Bear is the Kodiak. There is a significant physical difference between the Black Bear and the Grizzly. The Grizzly’s face has a curved-in appearance whereas the Black Bear has a straight face. The Grizzly has a shoulder hump and very long straight claws. Its color can range from a yellowish shade to almost black. Some have light-tipped hair that gives a virtual grizzled look. Sometimes these bears can also be identified as Silvertips. The mighty Grizzly once ranged from Alaska to Mexico. Now they have almost disappeared from the Canadian border. They have been seen in the wilderness areas of Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming. The National Park in the American West is the most likely place to see Grizzly’s, much like his animated kin, ‘Yogi Bear’ of Jelly-Stone Park. Grizzlies are closely related to the Alaskan Brown Bear. Some experts consider the two are the same species. “

“The Great White Bear – the Polar Bear roams the ice packs and costs of the Arctic Ocean. The weight of these great white bear may be as much as one thousand pounds. A powerful swimmer, it has been found for out at sea. Polar Bears have been known to travel from one iceberg to another. With keen eyesight and an extraordinary sense of smell, makes this great bear a proficient hunter. Polar Bears have been known to hunt walrus pups, seals, large fish, and other catchable prey. One technique of this huge animal is to hide its nose; which is often black, as well as its paws; in the snow. The mass of its body is as white as the surrounding terrain that masks its presence. The female is the only polar bear that stays in a den during the arctic winter. The female polar bear that is due to deliver cubs digs a den deep in the snow after traveling inland. The bear sleeps in the den throughout the month. Nights in the Arctic can last from about thirty to thirty-one days. The newborn cubs are usually about 10 inches long. The cubs have been known to stay with their mother up to about one and a half years of age. The hunting of polar bears is limited by International Agreements whether it be hunting or commercial purposes. Other bear, such as the Spectacled Bear lives in the Andes Mountains of South America. There are many variations of Brown Bears. Some of these bears are known to live in the European and Asian Mountains. The Himalayan Black Bear is an interesting animal. Its fur has the look of a mane. India, Malaysia, and Srilanka have white or yellowish crescents on their chests. The Indian Black Bear and the Srilanka Black Bear is an insect-eating sloth.  This information gentlemen and ladies should help you to better understand the nature and the different types of bear in the world and throughout this region. The hybrid bear that you are searching for is an anomaly. I don’t understand how this animal has come to claim the parkland of this region. It has to have come from the Alaskan Wilderness…what brought it here is a question that I will ponder and return to you my findings when completed. Thank you for your attention and patience in my presentation and explanation to the dilemma that we are now dealing with.” The professor did not wait for questions as he left the room. The ranger and Professor Francis studied the faces of the people in the room for reactions. They were not disappointed. The look of shock and bewilderment stretched all around the room, from face to face.

Mayor Finkles stood up and looked at the commanders…”I want results…like yesterday!”

Captain Samuel motioned to the ranger and the two professors to join him, “I’m going out on a limb here…I believe in what you’ve uncovered. However, as we speak, the zoo people are convincing the mayor and her gang to the contrary. We need to get this thing and get it quickly…because I know it’s going to kill someone else…my kids hang out in the park!” The four-member group headed out of the meeting room into a waiting elevator. Captain Jarard Noodles glared at them from across the room with envious eyes. He wanted to discredit Samuel and the professor. He was bucking for a promotion…he wanted to be the Police Commissioner.

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