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“The Horror of It All…!”

“The race against time begins in Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park. Dead bodies were compounded from one side of the river to the other. From Alaska and down through Canada the dealers of death are pursued in the hope of bringing the killing to an end. The city’s officials are at odds with one another. The populace is on edge and demanding closure…an end to the terror that has the city in a grip of fear, turmoil, and a cold sweat of terror.

Anger, racism, and greed are exposed among the highest order. Philadelphia Police commanders are placed under tremendous strain to control its inner city workings to quell this evil overshadowing of the town. One Black Cop and the Native American Ranger are in the battle of their very lives and careers with the confrontation of white apprehension in the capture of the killer!”

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Pt. 1: ‘Strawberry Mansion’

~”FAIRMOUNT” – The Series: Pt. 1 ‘Strawberry Mansion’~

Pt. 2: “Smith Playground In North Philly”~

~Part 2 of FAIRMOUNT the series: “Smith Playground In North Philly”~

Pt. 3: ‘A Sweet Briar License’

“Fairmount” – The Series Part 3

Pt. 4: ‘A Pillar of Salt’

~ “Fairmount” Part Four: ‘A Pillar of Salt’ ~

Pt. 5: ‘The Myrtlewood Street Funeral’~

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

Pt. 6: “Physical Alterations”

~Fairmount The Series Pt. 6: “Physical Alterations”~

Pt. 7: ‘That Damned River’

~Fairmount, the series: Pt. 7 ‘That Damned River’~

Pt. 8: ‘The Rush’ of “34th St. and Girard Avenue”

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

Pt. 9: “Captains – Philly Style!”

“Captains – Philly Style!”

Pt. 10: ~‘A Tacony Civilian Affair’~

~ ‘A Tacony Civilian Affair’ ~ Chapter 10 “Fairmount” – ‘The Series’

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Chp. 1 ~ “A Four Cornered Phling” ~

http://hbcu.com/content/332195/willis-samuel-investigations-the-series

Chp. 2 ~ “The AR-15 Incident” ~

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Chp. 3 ~ “Bus Drivers Do It At Their Stops!” ~

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Chp. 4 ~ “Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold!” ~

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Chp. 5 ~ “A Career Voiding Dance of Tomorrow” ~

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Chp. 6 ~ “Without A Trace” ~

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Chp. 7 ~ “Loose Ends!” ~

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Chp. 8 ~ “A Reckoning Is A Coming” ~

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Chp. 9 ~ “The Games Afoot!” ~

http://hbcu.com/content/352051/fairmount-willis-samuel-investigations-pt-9-the-games-afoot

Chp. 10 ~ “Payback Can Be A Bitch With A ‘Loup Garu’ In The Hood!” ~

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July 28, 2021

‘Fairmount’-Willis Samuel Investigations: Pt.2 ~ “The AR-15 Incident” ~

~ “FAIRMOUNT”: ‘The Willis Samuel Investigations!’-The Series ~

‘Fairmount’: Pt. 2 Willis Samuel Investigations

~ “The AR-15 Incident” ~

Gregory V. Boulware, The Elder

‘Fairmount’-Willis Samuel Investigations: Pt.2 ~ “The AR-15 Incident” ~

‘Raphael Koheaven,’ a private lawyer for the ‘Don,’ has said he paid ‘Ms. Sarah Milfford’ $136,000 of his own money during the appointment to the “Capo di tutti capi” campaign. ‘Koheaven’ did not explain why he made the payment or say whether ‘Trappolli’ was aware of it. The fierce and ruthless competition for ‘Boss’ of The Washington D.C. province, has put a number of “The Brotherhood” on edge. An infamous Porn Star is Offering to Repay the $136,000 for her silence in Dispute over the alleged “Trappolli Love Affair!” The trigger fingers of high-ranking buttons were indeed hot and juicy with the anticipation of who the next leader would be as well as what the next order will be in the executions of and upon targeted identifications.

Koheaven, Trappolli’s lawyer, came after Stevie Cliff, whose real name is “Sarah Milfford,” in recent weeks, filed for court arbitration. A document signed by Milfford and Koheaven — but never Trappolli — promised Milfford $136,000 if she agreed not to publicly discuss the details of her relationship with Trappolli.

Trappolli did not sign the document, but Koheaven still sent Clifford the money out of his own pocket. Trappolli has reportedly not paid Koheaven back.

Milfford’s lawsuit rejects Trappolli and his legal team’s attempts to scare her and her mother, “Kristine Milfford,” into silence. According to the police complaint, Koheaven in last December, forced Milfford to sign a statement that her reports on the relationship weren’t true.

“To be clear, the attempts to intimidate Ms. Milfford into silence and ‘shut her up’ in order to ‘protect Mr. Trappolli’ continue unabated,” the complaint states.

“For example, only days ago on or about November 27, Mr. Trappolli’s attorney, Mr. Koheaven surreptitiously initiated a bogus arbitration proceeding against Ms. Milfford in the New York Court System.

Actress “Sarah Milfford,” who uses the stage name “Stevie Cliff,” has said the affair with Trappolli began in 2006 and lasted several months. Trappolli has denied he had an affair with Milfford. The alleged affair has become the latest distraction for Trappolli as he tries to advance his trade agenda and prepares for the bid to become ‘councilman of his district within the City of Philadelphia and a proposed meeting with Korean Crime leader “Kin Un-Dun,” for an expected large shipment of narcotics. It also threatens to erode the Don’s support among his local crew members and the neighborhood evangelical leaders.

“This is an extremely fair offer,” her attorney, “Aveno Michaelangelo,” said in an interview. “It accomplishes the goal of allowing the few people involved to decide who is telling the truth after hearing both sides.”

Rapheal Koheaven, has said he paid Milfford $136,000 of his own money during the leadership (Mob) transition. Koheaven did not explain why he made the payment or say whether Trappolli was aware of it. Regardless of whether Koheaven accepts Milfford’s offer, the money is the subject of a complaint by the watchdog group “Common Directions,” to the Federal Election Commission. The group claims it is an illegal campaign contribution for the esteemed seat of ‘Council Person.’ Because of the size and purpose of the illlegal payment, to shut the woman up about the alleged affair, in order for the legal petition to move forward.

Michaelangelo in a letter to Koheaven, a copy of which was seen by Reuters, said the actress would wire the funds to an account of Trappolli’s choosing by Friday. Michaelangelo set a deadline of Tuesday for Koheaven to respond.

Under the proposal, Milfford after returning the money would be allowed to speak “openly and freely about her prior relationship with the candidate and attempts to silence her.”

She also would be able to “use and publish any text messages, photos and/or videos relating to the ‘Don’ that she may have in her possession, all without fear of retribution and/or legal liability for damages,” the Michaelangelo letter said.

The letter also asked that the candidate’s lawyers agree that neither Trappolli nor the shaddy company Koheaven used to pay Milfford would attempt to block the broadcast of an interview Milfford taped with television News’ “The City Minutes” program last week. And it would require the agreement be signed by all parties, including the council seat candidate, who did not put his name on the previous nondisclosure deal.

Koheaven did not immediately respond to a request for comment on the letter, nor did Koheaven’s attorney. The Mayor and sitting council members also did not immediately respond to a request for comment.

We got news of the machine gun attack over the ‘InterNational-Police-Communications-Wire’ as well as all of the televised news report programs.

The Feb. 14 attack in Florida killed 17 people – 17 confirmed dead in the ‘Horrific Attack’ on a Florida high school – as it happened:

“Don’t Look to The White House for Leadership After the Florida School Shooting,” wrote one online reporter.

“It’s at times like these that a normal leader would step up to reassure the country of its values and take action to protect its citizens. But we don’t have one of those right now. This is the leader who took a whole week to say he was “totally opposed to domestic violence” after his staff secretary quit, amid accusations from his ex-wives of just that. The man’s supposed condemnation came after he heaped praise on the guy for his job in the White House, wished him the best in his career, and suggested that he deserved “due process” against all these allegations. That’s the cost of doing business with a man who wanted the death penalty for five teenagers known as the Central Park Five, and claimed they were guilty even after they were exonerated by DNA evidence.”

“This happens nowhere else”: one senator decries gun laws after Florida shooting.

A 17-year-old junior at the victimized school, said “I used to be friends with him (the suspect), but that he started “progressively getting a little more weird, and I kind of cut off from him!”

What we know so far:

According to reporter,’Claire Phipps,’ “Here is what we now know about the terrible events that unfolded at ‘Marjory Stoneman Douglas high school in Parkland, Florida,’ on Wednesday.

Seventeen people; children and adults; were killed when a gunman entered the high school on Wednesday afternoon and launched an attack. Twelve people were found dead inside the school, two were killed outside the building, one in the street, and two died later in hospital from their injuries.

The suspect has been named by police as 19-year-old Nikolas Cruz. He was arrested at the scene and is being questioned by investigators. The killer was armed with an AR-15 rifle and “multiple magazines”, police said.

Cruz was formerly a student at Douglas, but was expelled for disciplinary reasons. A teacher at the school said staff had been warned not to let him back on campus. The suspect had reportedly been receiving treatment for mental health issues.

Twelve of those killed have been identified, police said on Wednesday evening. The names of victims at this time, have not been released, but Sheriff Scott Israel said a football coach was among those lost. Fifteen victims remain in hospital, five in life-threatening conditions and ten with injuries that are not life-threatening.

Students who had been at school with Cruz said many classmates had predicted he could “do something” to harm them and that he had previously brought guns to school. One Teacher, Melissa Falkowski, said drills for a code red (active shooter) situation had been well rehearsed.

“We could not have been more prepared for this situation. We have trained for this, we have trained the kids for what to do, We did everything that we were supposed to do! I feel today like our government, our country, has failed us and failed our kids and didn’t keep us safe. This tragedy appears to be the eighth deadliest mass shooting in contemporary U.S. history. It is also one of at least eight U.S. school shootings so far in 2018 that have caused injury or death.

The so-called President tweeted his “prayers and condolences” to those affected, but decided not to speak about the attack, reports said. But others said thoughts and prayers were not enough.”

Chris Murphy, Senator for Connecticut – site of the 2012 Sandy Hook school shooting, in which 26 children and adults were killed – said:

“This happens nowhere else other than the United States of America. This epidemic of mass slaughter, this scourge of school shooting after school shooting. It only happens here not because of coincidence, not because of bad luck, but as a consequence of our inaction. We are responsible!”

Another reporter, ‘Lois Beckett,’ said, “The emotional impact of school shootings has sparked a booming school safety industry. In 2017, the market for security equipment in the education sector was estimated at $2.68bn, according to industry analysts at IHS Markit. Some companies have capitalized on parents’ fears by selling bulletproof backpacks or whiteboards, as well as offering ways to fortify school buildings against attack. While refusing to pass substantive gun control restrictions, Congress has approved hundreds of millions of dollars in federal spending to help put police officers in public schools, including $45m in 2013, the year after the Sandy Hook elementary school shooting. Some gun rights advocates have pushed to expand gun-carrying in schools further. Andrew McDaniel, a state legislator in Missouri who introduced legislation last year to make it easier to carry guns in schools, told the ‘Guardian’ that, in rural schools where it might take 20 or 30 minutes for law enforcement to respond to a school shooting in progress, it made sense to have other armed citizens ready to step in.”

Sheriff Scott Israel adds:

“If a person is predisposed to commit such a horrific event; if a person is committed to committing great carnage; there’s not a lot law enforcement can do about it. We have to be able to mitigate, we have to be able to respond quickly. He says more money needs to go to treating mental health issues.”

Israel also says that, in his view, “people with mental health illnesses should not be allowed to use, own or purchase a handgun.”

The AR-15:

“An AR-15 style rifle is a lightweight semi-automatic rifle based on the Colt AR-15 design. After Colt’s patents expired in 1977, an expanded marketplace emerged with many manufacturers producing their own version of the AR-15 design for commercial sale. They are referred to as modern sporting rifles by the National Shooting Sports Foundation, a firearms industry trade association, and by some manufacturers. Coverage of high profile incidents where various versions of the rifle were involved often uses the shorthand AR-15.

Since 2010, AR-15 style rifles have become one of the “most beloved and most vilified rifles” in the United States, according to the New York Times. It has been promoted as “America’s rifle” by the National Rifle Association. It has also been the weapon used in many of the largest mass shootings in the United States, and is often legally classified as an assault weapon. The Federal Assault Weapons Ban restricted the Colt AR-15 and derivatives from 1994-2004, although it did not affect rifles with fewer features. There are an estimated 10-12 million in circulation in the United States alone.

Its’ Use in Crime and Mass Shootings:

Most killings and other gun crimes in the United States are committed with the use of handguns. As a result, AR-15 style rifles are used in a very low overall percentage of gun crimes in the U.S., but they have still played “an oversized role in many of the most high-profile” mass shootings in the United States, and have come to be widely characterized as the weapon of choice for perpetrators of these crimes. AR-15 variants have been used in mass shootings in the United States including the 2012 Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting, 2012 Aurora shooting, 2015 San Bernardino attack, the 2017 Sutherland Springs church shooting, the 2017 Las Vegas shooting, and the 2018 Stoneman Douglas High School shooting.

Following the use of a Colt AR-15 rifle in the Port Arthur massacre, the worst single-person shooting incident in Australian history, the country enacted the National Firearms Programme Implementation Act 1996, restricting the private ownership of semi-automatic rifles with a capacity of more than 5 rounds.

Some Definitive Terminology:

1973 Colt AR-15 SP1 rifle with ‘slab side’ lower receiver (lacking raised boss around magazine release button) and original Colt 20-round box magazine…

In 1956, ArmaLite designed a lightweight assault rifle for military use and designated it the ArmaLite Rifle-15, or AR-15. Due to financial problems, and limitations in terms of manpower and production capacity, ArmaLite sold the design and the AR-15 trademark to Colt’s Manufacturing Company in 1959. In 1964, Colt began selling its own version with an improved semi-automatic design known as the Colt AR-15. After Colt’s patents expired in 1977, an active marketplace emerged for other manufacturers to produce and sell their own AR-15 style rifles.

In 2009, the term “Modern Sporting Rifle” was coined by the National Shooting Sports Foundation for its survey that year as a marketing term used by the firearms industry to describe modular semi-automatic rifles including the AR-15. Today, nearly every major firearm manufacturer produces its own generic AR-15 style rifle. As Colt continues to own and use the AR-15 trademark for its line of AR-15 variants, other manufacturers must use their own model numbers and names to market their AR-15 style rifles for commercial sale.

Another Comparison to The Military Versions:

The semi-automatic civilian AR-15 was introduced by Colt in 1963. The primary distinction between civilian semi-automatic rifles and military models is select fire. Military models were produced with firing modes, semi-automatic fire and either fully automatic fire mode or burst fire mode, in which the rifle fires three rounds in succession when the trigger is depressed. Most components are interchangeable between semi-auto and select fire rifles including magazines, sights, upper receiver, barrels and accessories. The military M4 carbine typically uses a 14.5″ barrel. Civilian rifles commonly have 16 inch or longer barrels to comply with the National Firearms Act.

In order to prevent a civilian semi-automatic AR-15 from being readily converted for use with the select fire components a number of features were changed. Parts changed include the lower receiver, bolt carrier, hammer, trigger, disconnector, and safety/mode selector. The semi-automatic bolt carrier has a longer lightening slot to prevent the bolt’s engagement with an automatic sear. Due to a decrease in mass the buffer spring is heavier. On the select fire version, the hammer has an extra spur which interacts with the additional auto-sear that holds it back until the bolt carrier group is fully in battery, when automatic fire is selected. Using a portion of the select fire parts in a semi-automatic rifle will not enable a select fire option. As designed by Colt the pins supporting the semi-auto trigger and hammer in the lower receiver are larger than those used in the military rifle to prevent interchangeability between semi-automatic and select fire components.

In the 1990s, sales of AR-15 style rifles increased dramatically, partly as a result of the introduction of the flat top upper receiver which allowed scopes and sighting devices to be easily mounted as well as new features such as free floating hand guards that increased accuracy. While only a handful of companies were manufacturing these rifles in 1994, by the 21st century the number of AR-15 style rifles had more than doubled. From 2000 to 2015, the number of manufacturers of AR-15 style variants and knock-offs increased from 29 to about 500. Today, AR-15 style rifles are available in a wide range of configurations and calibers from a large number of manufacturers. These configurations range from standard full-sizes rifles with 20 inch barrels, to short carbine-length models with 16 inch barrels, adjustable length stocks and optical sights, to long range target models with 24 inch barrels, bipods and high-powered scopes.

The AR-15 style rifle has been identified by ‘The North Korean Leader’ as the “rod of iron” in Revelation 2:27, and has been used in his splinter group’s version of the Unification Church mass wedding ceremony.”

Mrs. Willamina Trappolli was absolutely livid when she discovered her husband’s adultery…right under her nose! She got wind of it via the local news media when the story went international. Maximilian Diego Trappolli wasn’t very pleased to learn that his wife has gained knowledge of the lurid affair(s) that have surfaced.

Til Next Time…

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‘A School Massacre Shooting’

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As Reported by Wikipedia.com – ‘The AR-15’:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AR-15_style_rifle

’15 Shootings’

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‘The Automatic Rifle’

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‘A Porn Star Offers to Repay $130,000 in Dispute over Alleged Affair’

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July 28, 2021

Fairmount: ‘Willis Samuel Investigations, Pt.3 ~”Bus Drivers Do It At Their Stops!”~

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Part Three:

“Bus Drivers Do It At Their Stops!”

‘Willis Samuel Investigations, The Series’

(Pt.3)

~”Bus Drivers Do It At Their Stops!”~

By
**Gregory V. Boulware, The Elder**
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Prelude:

Anna served a luncheon soirée. Four of her guests sat at the kitchen table while the others’ were seated in the dinning room.

Potted flowers lent to the permeating atmosphere. Air freshness and ventilation fixtures gave a hand as well. The guests seated throughout the house paid no mind to the hustling and bustling server woman. They simply sat in seemingly blind obedience.

He made it his business to get even…to even the score. They’ve taken his money, his car; after the death of his wife, they took his reason for living. She passed away when she didn’t have too. She was treated like a savage, a vagabond, and a harlot. She didn’t deserve any of it…the crass and brutish behavior, statements and accusations of ill-projected platitudes and non-sequitor.

He had a plan. He knows who all the culprits are – they will become the targets of his revenge; revenge for his wife…

It was raining pretty hard on Thursday. The training class had begun on Monday but he was hired on Wednesday. All he had to do was attend the remaining two days of training and catch the next three the following week.

The classes begin at 9:30 a.m. sharp. By that time nearly all the senior drivers and trainers will have arrived back at the terminal after the A.M. run.

The attendance roll is taken, usually by a sign-in sheet and then verified trainer via name call. The appropriate reading materials are dispensed and the lecture commences.

“As a result of the Federal Commercial Motor Vehicle Safety Act, Pennsylvania established a commercial driver licensing program. This program has been developed to improve driver quality, ensuring that commercial drivers have the skills needed to operate commercial vehicles, and to prevent drivers from having more than one driver’s license. The program requires you to have a commercial license (CDL) if you operate any of the following commercial motor vehicles (CMV’s):

A) A combination of vehicles with a gross combination (GCWR) weight rating of 26, 0001 pounds or more, providing the vehicle being towed is in excess of 10,000 pounds.

B) A single vehicle with a gross vehicle weight rating (GVWR) of 26, 0001 or more pounds.

C) A vehicle designed to transport 16or more persons, including the driver.

D) A school bus designed to carry 11 passengers or more, including the driver.

E) Any size vehicle which transports hazardous materials and is required to be placarded in accordance with department regulations.”

The instructor continued to speak with a dulling autocratic and mundane tone of voice. He made it clear that no trainee can be tested at the DMV without first obtaining a ‘CDL’ permit.

The instructor spoke further. “As many of you know, there are separate classifications for drivers in this great nation. It may well be in place in other major countries around the globe as well. In my opinion, I think it’s a good thing. Right away it separates the pros from the novice motor vehicle operator…the elitist group, if you will. We are the pros, the classiest, and the elitist…the best! I will not quote verbatim because the text is contained within the manuals in your possession. I expect you to read the volume word for word. If you do, and retain at least 70% of the data…as part of your behavior or psyche, I guarantee that you’ll pass the examination. It means that you have the knowledge and desire to be amongst the chosen…the best drivers in the world!”

The class erupted in hand clapping and gestures of approval.

“The classes of driver licensing in these United States are as follows:

Class A, tractor-trailer drivers, super-cede all other driver classifications.

Class B, a single vehicle rating of 26, 000 lbs. and/or towing a vehicle not more than 10, 000 lbs., and Class C, a regular operator who qualifies to operate a vehicle not more than 26, 000 lbs. or any combination of vehicles, etc., etc.

You must be 21 years of age to operate any commercial vehicle out of state. That means Interstate to you low-brows.” The class responded in light laughter.

“In addition to the CDL classes, there are also special endorsements and restrictions that you must have in order to drive certain types of commercial vehicles, i.e., Haz-Mats, tankers, double-trailers and triples, 16 passenger mini bus, school bus (carrying sixty-six passengers or more), and metro buses such as the PTC or SEPTA vehicles. Many of the large vehicles are equipped with air brakes and other various restrictions.

Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who are beginners, you can expect to serve and complete a minimum of twenty-five classroom hours along with scheduled continuing educational transportation instruction for the duration of your career in this industry. Not to mention, the random piss-test and/or blood analysis. So…for those of you who have smoked a joint and or something else of late, I don’t want to see you for at least two months from now. I know some of you have the cure-all for passing the test(s), think again. We have been alerted to the newest changes and technology for drug detection and the weeding out of abusers and users. It no longer takes thirty-days to get clean…it’s been updated to take approximately more than sixty to ninety days to get completely clean and system free, especially for older applicants.”

Douglas Anthony Dixon was successful in his venture to begin a new job and career. Training and certification classes were all behind as he was assigned his new school-bus route. After the first year on the job, his plan for revenge was laid out and awaiting implementation. He had endured all of the pressures of the job during his first tenure.

His distain for the lack of respect from admiinistrators, bus attendants who were supposed to supervise the young riders, their demanding dispositions, misunderstood driver duties and responsibilities as opposed their behavior onboard the bus – (the driver is king-ruler-has the last word), the problems created concerning respect is disregarded by the riders, school officials, and parents alike, bread high animosity among the elite driving staff. The rift between the entities was ever so outstanding.

One of his stops brandished the constant complaints of one unattractive Black woman of means with two children who rode his bus, they were twins. The woman’s condenscending, patronizing, and mean-spirited disposition gave ‘Tony’ reason to dislike her almost immediatley upon introduction. On nearly every single occasion, the woman would bark orders and attempted to intimidate him with antagonistic rhetoric and threats…a real ***.

At another stop along the way, was a voluptuous, full-figured blonde woman who happened to be the friend of Mrs. Willamina Trappolli…wife of Don Maximilian Diego Trappolli. Their house was one of many owned by the Don. This one happened to be in Philadelphia as opposed to the New York residence(s). Once in awhile, she would escort her two children, a boy and girl who were 11 and 12 years of age, to the bus stop in the morning. When she didn’t make the trip down the driveway of their Roxborough residence, it would be the maid who seeminigly was not much older than the kids she accompanied. She appeared to be of Scandanavian descent. Like many of the other parents of riding children, Mrs. Gayle Armanio met the bus on the morning pickup and the afternoon return trips. This woman always made sure to be noticed by every male driver who drove thorugh the neighborhood, whether pickin up her kids or by route drivers who happened to criss-cross along the way. She especially expressed a definite interest in this particualr driver, the driver who drove her children. A party had been arranged. The winter holiday were fast approaching…he had been invited.

A cop who patroled the area knew of the attention seeking mother. She didn’t like her much. She didn’t like the bus driver much either. She made it her business to watch every move the drive made. She watche him like a hawk. If he made one damned error out on the road of her beat, she’d be there to get him.

The Northwest section of town was on alert for the “Germantown Rapist.” The Northeast section was also experiencing this plague as well. The thug in the Germantown section has attacked and raped three women, the fourth escaped because a passing motorist distracted him while parking his car in the back lot on “Armat Street,” along the Germantown Avenue corridor.

A drug baron was apprehended and detained in a Philly jail by the “FBI” and “ATF” during a surprise raid on nearby “Price Street.” This major player had his hands in everything…whores, gambling, dope, auto-theft, truck hijacking, and real estate. He had the approval of mob kingpin “Chase Del” – a.k.a., Chasey Deltaveino of South Philly.

One of the kingpin’s dope house workers became a disgruntled employee. His money was never right and the managers deducted the missing from his meager wages. It was true the employee was skimming…but it wasn’t money.

His eventual arrest and testimony put his entire and completely innocent family in harms way. The sinister plot to destroy this family were seconds away from being approved. The meeting was nearing its end at the restaurant were “Anna” was serving them. A jail-house visit and an OK nod is all it would take to implement the destruction of innocents.

The riders on the “El” and “Subway” trains are on full alert when a madman is stalking, robbing, and attacking unwary travelers. Several attacks included people being pushed off of train platforms onto the tracks below, seconds before trains arrivals along the entire length of Philadelphia railway system.

The group sitting at the table with Trappolli were also discussing what is to be done about “Stevie Cliff.” She is set to be on television tomorrow night; being interviewed by “Salestian Michaels,”on the “City Minutes” program. Everyone at the table knew that this simply could not happen…it will not happen!

In Germantown, a naked, skinned, and bleeding body was found hanging upside down by the ankles and heels; was found by the police. The body was roped with a length of hemp and around his neck was a length of chain. It hung from a ceiling joist in the middle of the basement of a large house on “Church Lane.” In his mouth they found several one dollar bills and a large rat, forced deep down in his throat. Several cops, two of which were female, were forced to run outside in fits of vomit.

Entering the room(s) was “Willis Samuel, Captain of Detectives”; these four of six hot cases, landed upon his desk; squarely on his lap, his jurisdiction.

Next Chapter 4: “Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold!”

Til Next Time…

‘G’

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July 28, 2021

Willis Samuel Investigations:The Series: Pt.4 ~”Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold!”~

Willis Samuel Investigations-The Series: Pt. 4 ~ “Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold!” ~

‘Willis Samuel Investigations, The Series’ (Pt.4)

~”Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold!”~

‘Fairmount’: Willis Samuel Investigations

Gregory V. Boulware, The Elder

“Damn… Why’d they have to skin him? It probably didn’t suit them to simply kill the ****er, huh?”

Willis turned to look at his driver and get his take on the crime scene. Warren didn’t say a word. He just stared off in dumb-witted bewilderment. He didn’t listen to the Medical Examiner when he told him to breathe through your mouth…it was too late. The sergeant gagged and ran from the killing room. In beween vomitting episodes, a subordinate attempted to inform him of the identity of the hanged and skined dead man.

“Sergeant, I want this man identified a.s.a.p., and I want to know the time of death…I wonder who would take the time to do something like this. I haven’t seen or heard of something like this kind of **** being done to people in quite some time. It’s something right out of a “Voodoo” horror movie! This is a bit unreal…the mob doesn’t operate like this…the rat and the money, yeah, okay, but not the skinning and hanging upside down. This is made to look like something it isn’t.”

The sergeant managed to gather himself and get back into the exam room. He got the attention of the captain while he listened to the medical examiner. Warren informed the captain that the dead man was a cop.

“Captain, several of the officers seem to know this man, even without his skin…his physical makeup is recognized by one officer in particular…his partner.”

“Really, is that a fact?” The captain rubbed his chin and began to walk around the room, being careful as to not step on evidence or blood spatter. Okay, I’d like photos of everything in here and outside of the building. I want this entire floor, from front to back, dusted and fingerprinted, I want everything bagged and tagged…nothing is to be left undone or uncollected. When the examination is completed by the M.E., I want the names of his contacts personal and professional, and more than anything else…I want to interview his current partner.”

The sergeant quickly and deligently got to work.

“Captain, am I driving you anywhere before I get these things done?”

“No, I’ll drive myself…I need to see a few folks while we’re in the neighborhood. Get this info to me as quick as possible…I’ll see you later at the office. You can get a ride back with one of the other officers.”

Captain Willis’s mind wandered a bit. He couldn’t help thinking of the things that his ancestors endured back in the day…in the south as well as the north. His grandfather’s stories have carried him to time and lands that he would never see or experince…until now. He knew of people who have disappeared, been tortured, and killed in a fashion such as the hanging victim back inside.

He drove around the neighborhood for a little while, gathering his thoughts as he traveled. where, who would know of the type of rope (hemp) that was used in the hanging? Why was this man killed in that fashion? Was he tortured before his death? How did he get there and why was he there in that building? Who was it he was meeting with? Was he on duty at the time of his death? How many men did it take to string him up to the ceiling? What did he do to deserve that type of death?

Willis’s cell phone interrupted his thought processes…it was his sergeant.

“Captain, I’ve located the victim’s partner. She says that he had been threatened a while back. She also said that he had been threatened by the neighborhood drug dealers for coming down on them on a number of occassions. She thought her partner stepped on the toes of one of the “Big Shots” in the network…she thinks it’s a “Jamaican Revenge” thing.”

“Okay, get her ass in the interview room as soon as you can get her picked up…unless she’s coming in on her own. The next thing is I want copies of the duty roster of the two on my desk by the time I get back. It would also help to know about her comings and goings as well, Sergeant. I have a couple of stops to make…I’ll meet you back at the office in couple of hours.”

The captain concluded his ride around the hood and headed for the “Lincoln Drive” extension to the “I-76” expressway…South Philly was his destination. He wanted to speak with an old friend who would know about these types of deaths. Willis did not believe the sergeant’s analogy surrounding the dead man hanging from the ceiling.

The cell phone ringer once again disturbed his train of thought. The call was from one of the district attorney’s detectives who was assigned to keep tabs on “Stevie Cliff,” the porn star. Not only was this detective assigned to the detail, he was a long time friend of the captain. The detective also knew that Willis was overwhelmed with murder cases and wanted to see his friend complete the assignments with expert detail and successful completions. The all-white upper echelon want to see him, a Black cop fail – fail miserably.

“Yo Bro., here’s a heads up…the bitch who had the “Don” on the hook, has disappeared…she’s gone and we can’t find her! The word will come down real soon…they’re trying to keep this shit “hush-hush,” out of the papers and kept from the public at large. I’m sure you know who could be behind this, unless she took off on her own…and I don’t think that part exists. I wanted to let you know before they come at you with who’s to blame and shit! The shit is going to hit the fan and you have time to get the hell out of the way. I’ll catch you later ‘Sam,'”

The captain hung up his phone and thought out loud, “I’m not surprised at this, I knew something would happen to squeeze this thing shut… Did she leave or was she removed? He’ll know the answers…”

Captain Samuel turned from “Snyder Ave.” onto the “Broad St.” corrider. Peering out the window of his car, the crowds of people utilizing the area reminded him of his childhood and growing up in South Philly. Albeit, the captain has resided in homes throughout the four-cornered city, he has often reminisced the adventures in this part of town. He thought of his friends and acquaintances as well.

‘Chasey’ was a special kind of guy. Samuel and Chasey, along with ‘Vincent Mason,’ were a tight knit three. On school days, you rarely saw one without the other. The three guys have been hanging out since the sixth grade. They stayed connected all the way through high school and went their seperate ways just after graduating. Chasey kept tabs on Samuel by way of his outstanding accomplishments when he entered and grew in Philadelphia law enforcement. Patrolman Willis earned his strips up the ladder with his participation in community events, drug enforcement while undercover, public school envolvement, the mayor’s special task force units, and special assignments along with his collegiate education and training. Mayors along the way have all liked him and usually asked for hinm by name when they wanted someone special to tend to delicate assignments, especially pertaining to community communications.

Chasey kept tabs on him…just in case he had to call on a favor or two. He never thought he would have to watch him due to a possible corrective action. The captain didn’t score any brownie points when he butted heads with Captain Jarard “Noodlehead” Noodles, former Philadelphia Police Captain of the 39th District.

Noodles was their go-to-guy. He was the “key-hole” for the local mob. He kept them appraised of impending action in and around the neighborhood(s) and the going-on’s downtown. The problem with this particular captain is that he liked to gamble, and gamble big. He also often lost his bets.

Willis had no idea that his schoolyard mate had any type of knowledge concerning the late Captain Noodles. Chasey knew of the rift between Willis and Noodles because Noodles attempted to take out a ‘contract’ on his hated rival during his many heated rants. He complained to the Don often about the Black Captain who continually stepped on his toes and kept him from growing in the division. Chasey always said no to the death requests. Noodles didn’t know of the childhood relationship between the two. Although the captain had nothing to do with the death of the police spy; he was still held to blame mainly because of the potential money loss and defunct “inside-information-man.”

Captain Willis pulled over to the curb of a darkened corner near ‘Twenty-fifth and Ritner Sts., just under the Twenty-Fifth St. Train Trestle. The bar on the corner was kept dark looking in order for them to be and remain incognito. Heads turnd as the captain entered the tavern. The made and non-made members of the club weren’t sure what to do when the Black Captain of Detectives walked in. They all knew who he was… He needed no uniform to announce his rank. Everyone wondered who it would be to get the order to “whack” the prominent city official.

Chasey stood up from the table in the dark corner to which he was accustomed. He extended his right hand in a friendly gesture to the captain of detectives. The captain reciprocated the move. The two old friends smiled at one another and sat down to talk.

“Well Bro., long time no see. How’s it hangin, how’ve you been since our ole school “daze” days?”

“I’ve been well, ole friend o’mine. I know you’ve been keeping a watchful eye on me as I have on you, yes?”

“Fuck…man, of course. I can’t tell you how proud I am and have been of you. The bad guys and crooks have a force to be reckonded with when dealing with you, my man!” Chasey smiled a grizzly “Cheshire Cat” type of grin as he drank from his glass. The red wine was being poured by one of the waiters as they spoke.

“Yeah man, we’ve done a lot of growing up in this city, haven’t we? I don’t know about how many bad guys are on the run because of me but I know they’d run like hell if it was you that was after them though.” The captain returned the slick grin that he’d received from his old friend as he sipped the red Italian wine from the tall glass that was offered him.

“Okay, good buddy, what’s on your mind…why’d you come to see ole Chazz?”

“Well…I’m having an odd problem trying to get the goods on a dead man we found in ‘G-Town’ yesterday. This guy was skinned damn near down to the bone. He had a rat and some dough in his kisser. Now that’s something “made” individuals suffer after they’ve done the unthinkable while belonging to or having business with any givin “familia!” We’re just not to sure about the skinning part. What’cha think?”

“I don’t know…we haven’t been having too many problems of late. No one that I know would bother taking that much time to do something so gruesome and defiling as taking off the skin of another. I hear that you’re having some other troubles keeping track of individuals…someone has disappeared, yes?”

“Chasey, I’m not sure as to what you are talking about…no one that I know of has disappeared from our surveillances. Is there something you’re trying to tell me or not trying to tell me, old friend?”

“No…I ain’t saying shit about nothing. All I know is what I hear from the streets. It’s not like I have ears in the department. Ya know? Have you heard from Vince?”

The captain tilted his head to the left in a kind of bewildering gaze.

“No Bro., I haven’t heard from him or his people in quite awhile.”

The “Capo di Tutti Capi” of Philly smiled that “Cheshire Cat” smile again. “Listen, Sammy, I’ll look into this skinning thing of yours and get back to you. Who knows, maybe you’ll do me a favor or two later on down the road, huh?

“Yeah, we’ll see Chasey. I’ll be talking to you later on my friend.”

The two men once again shook hands, hugged, and smiled. On parting ways, they ventured a manly hug as an expression of endearment to their long time memories and happy times. The three of them did stay in the midst of mischief back in those days.

The guys who sat along the bar and stood in the doorways, turned thier backs to the captain as he walked out of the darkened, dubious establishment. Two cop cars were parked outside of the bar as he left. Samuel thought it odd that the two marked patrol cars were parked alongside his vehicle. No one knew that he’d be meeting with Chasey. He didn’t even tell Warren where he was going.

Upon entering his car, the phone rang. It was Warren.

“Yo Cap, I think we’ve got something on this killing. There’s been another victim…another cop; on a hit list that was delivered to the precinct just after you left. It’s a female cop this time…”

Til Next Time…

‘G’

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July 26, 2021

‘Fairmount’-‘Willis Samuel Investigations, Pt.5 ~”A Career Voiding Dance of Tomorrow”~

‘Fairmount’ – ‘Willis Samuel Investigations, The Series’ Pt.5:

~”A Career Voiding Dance of Tomorrow”~

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Gregory V. Boulware, The Elder
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‘Fairmount’-‘Willis Samuel Investigations, Pt.5 ~”A Career Voiding Dance of Tomorrow”~

When The Captain returned to his office, he didn’t expect to find “Sally” there waiting for him, unless there was going to be some sort of trouble. Salestian wasn’t one of Willis’ favorite people. He laughed to himself when he remembered how his friend’s girlfriend kicked his ass when he tried to molest her during the “Zoological Uprising” by the bears. It has been quite awhile since he’d seen or heard from his friend, ‘Ranger Glenn.’

“Listen Captain, I know that you’ve got your hands full with all that’s going on right now. But I do need you to take a moment and look into this “missing kids” case. I’m certain that it ties in with one of the case you’re working right now.”

“How would you know what I’m working on Michaels? What makes you think you know which cases are relevant to me or not? Would you happen to believe that your reporters nose is gifted with some sort of “ESP?””

“Captain Willis, I know you don’t like me much, but you know my reputation…you know I don’t go fucking around with stories that don’t directly help the people. This case is about helping all those parents who are grieving for the loss of their young innocent children. Do you care? Do you give a damn, being a parent…a father?”

“Okay Michaels, spill it…and don’t take all day to get to the point, man.”

“Well my Brother, do you remember my report a while back concerning a mysterious cult group that was discovered meeting and hanging out in “Valley Green?” Now bare with me…this shit was going on during your case surrounding the bear killings.

Now dig this…here is section of the hard-copy report that was filed”:

Just across the street, behind the mansion, the existence of ‘Slave Quarters’ stand erect today while being occupied by residents of color – remind us all, “Slaves were born and bred in this area of Philly (bought and sold in Center City – Head House Square), ‘Germantown,’ ‘Roxborough,’ ‘Mount Airy,’ ‘Chestnut Hill,’ and beyond…the suburbs of ‘Colonial Philadelphia’ and its ‘suburbs.’
The Suburbs? Are they truly a heaven from the rigors of city life or are they the heaven of retreat from the horrors of the past and present – the lying lie of “No Slavery in The North,” when there is no more room in hell, will the dead truly walk the Earth?

Are the ‘Kelpian’s’ continuing the tradition of Sabbat?

“The stranger, blessed to deliver the ‘New World’ to its destiny, is George Washington. The year is 1774. This data is from text discovered in the ‘Library of Congress,’ by an occult historian. His name is George Ballard.

His account is one of many legends inspired by a 17th century monk by the name of ‘Johannes Kelpius of Transylvania.’

He led a mystical and mysterious cult under the guise of religion. The so-called religious order was housed in the woods of northwest Philadelphia. The meditations commenced and continued undisturbed and unmolested from about 1694 to 1708, Johannes’s death, into and beyond current day society.

Ballard believes the members of the religious order in the Wissahickon-Valley Green woods of Roxborough – Chestnut Hill – Germantown – Mount Airy vicinity and woodland still reside there to this very day. For the past three centuries, Dracula has reigned supreme in tales of darkness and blood-feasting. But the gothic and mysterious romance and blending ooze of hard facts tainted with fanaticism, has indeed planted the seed of intrigue into the minds of historians and imagination of people who believe in the mystical magical powers possessed in Kelpius and his ‘Philosopher’s Stone.’

The stone is an alchemical substance that has the ability to turn lead into gold.

Shady dealings and romance was the lore spun of Kelpius. His spiritual teachings were reminiscent of ‘Zen Buddhism.’

Kelpius was reportedly born in or about 1667 in Europe. His home town is currently known as ‘Sighisoara, Romania’ – where religious infighting fueled a protestant reformation. It was a devastating rift in European civilization.

Johannes was schooled in Bavaria (Germany) where he earned a doctorate in liberal arts. He became infatuated with a radical form of Lutheranism, deism. The order rejected the church and religious hierarchy. ‘The Society of The Women in the Wilderness, a band of forty or so like-minded followers, of which he came to lead, advocated a direct relationship with God.

Kelpius thought this devoted group that the world would end is the year 1694, when Heaven merges with Earth.

Kelpius believed the catastrophe would begin in the wilderness of Philadelphia. A vessel was chartered for the journey across the Atlantic to the Americas.

Kelpius’ followers grew to a large number by the time they boarded ship for the journey. Many of them died in transit. Several others decided to stay in Europe.

When they arrived in the new land, they settled on land donated by German settlers who arrived before them. The allotted parcel was located just outside the fledgling city soon to become known as Philadelphia. The village was called ‘Germantown.’ The main route from the city to the settlement was called ‘The Great Road.’ We know it today as ‘Germantown Avenue.’

Several of the group’s membership began to question the “End of Days” theory as the 1694 apocalypse never came to pass. Many of his disillusioned followers,’ followed him no more. They departed the fold and began families, living more secular existences throughout the young, fresh, and green northwestern region.

About a dozen or so surviving members remained in the group. They began to establish the beginnings of the American Chapter by erecting a series of huts and gardens. They built these around a large, log and muck hall of worship that overlooked the Wissahickon Creek. They founded a monastery and became known as hermits – they were portrayed as Philadelphia’s ‘Monks of The Wissahickon.’

Sparking the imagination, romantic novelists and poets began to take notice of the monks. Their hermit lifestyle fascinated one particular writer who happened to be a friend of ‘Edgar Allan Poe.’ His name is George Lippard.

Mr. Lippard wrote of the monks. He is quoted as saying “The Wissahickon Valley, outside of Philadelphia City, is a hot-bed of eerie activity.” He wrote and published a string of books accounting for the occult practices of witchcraft, devils, spells, and debauchery.

Researching and tracing the truth is what I’m after, not fables, legends, and flowery prose. I seek truth and facts. It appears, thought Sally while sitting behind his desk, the more I dig into this so-called legend, the murkier it seems to become.

When I went to the public library, the records were partly vague. I’ve discovered that hermits tend not to keep copious records if any at all. I’ve successfully been able to dig up third and second hand accounts coupled with a few generations of opaque comments and opinions on the legend by nearby residents and family members.

I knew then that I had to dig a bit deeper. Little did I know this intrepid trip would take my research and investigation to Transylvania, Romania, Africa, Istanbul, Morocco, Italy, and back to the States?

One resident of the Roxborough neighborhood who’s residence was near the Ridge Avenue, Port Royal Avenue, and Henry Avenue intersection told me of a man who went walking in the woods; like many who visit the Wissahickon – Valley Green trails. He spoke of how the man stumbled upon a prayer meeting of sorts. He began the tale with a recollection of another individual who transplanted from Europe to the States near or around the same era as Johannes. He didn’t remember his name.

“Like his father and grandfather, this descendent of Attila also remained in seclusion and clandestined shrouds of secrecy and darkness near the ‘Bells Mills Road’ area.

The man, a rather large and tall Black; a Nubian born prince to the best of my knowledge, was hardly seen out in the bright of day.” He continued saying, about thirty years ago, I remember hiking through the park near Hermits Lane in Roxborough when I heard a ghostly singing nearby. There was another man walking not far in front of me. He noticed the bizarre happenings as well.

We heard “Rom mom, rom mom mom.” The chanting chorus resounded over and over again.” The speaking man continued, “It was gloriously creepy.” Following the sounds of singing and chanting, we came upon an equally, if not more, creepy sight. We saw a circle of figures huddled around a large yawning stone portal embedded in the hillside. Immediately, I, we recognized who they were.”

Listening to the man speak about the park, I remembered reading about their journey from Europe to the America’s during my research. They were ‘Rosicrucian,’ members of a secret society very similar to that of the ‘Freemasons.’ The portal was purported to be the cave of spiritual prayer and conjuring of one ‘Johannes Kelpius’ of Transylvania – the wizard and mystic of the Wissahickon woods. The group had, in the past, explained to uneasy and nervous neighbors as well as the authorities, “the cave was only used for Kelpius’ meditation and prayer rituals.” The stumbling hiker continued on with his recitation and discovery. “The group told me they gathered there because its members believed Kelpius was the first “Master” of their order to reach North America, and that day, the summer solstice, was also purportedly the day he arrived in Philadelphia.”

The second hiking man’s name was reported as ‘Alvin Holm.’ His posted and published report further stated, “I was so struck by this chance meeting with the worshippers in the green glow of the forest, I decided to join them. I became ‘a Rosicrucian!’ I was already a ‘Free-Mason.’ I did fall in love with the order and an essay written by Kelpius. It’s called “A Method of Prayer.””

One such essay reads:

“Dost thou promise that when the appointed time arrives, thou wilt be found ready, sword in hand, to fight for the country and thy God?”

The group of followers – the membership all came to answer, “I Do!”

“Then in his name who gave the new world to millions of the human race, as the last altar of their rights, I do consecrate thee its deliverer!”

Holm was quoting the dutiful anointing he’d learned from another reporter by the name of ‘Ryan Briggs,’ whose report included, “Then, after that a priest of the Wissahickon Order would dip hid fingers into the anointing oil and inscribed the outline of a cross upon the receiver’s forehead. He then prepared to place a wreath made of branches and thorns upon his head after reciting:

“When the time comes, go forth to victory.”

And then the priest turned to one of the followers and said that Kelpius’ instructions for the mysterious box, is to be thrown into the Wissahickon Creek. The mysterious “wooden casket,” that sat next to the alter; was picked up by the worshipping member. The worshipper sensed there might be something of value in the box, disobeyed the instruction. He pretended to do as instructed by going through the motions. Visibility wasn’t all that great. The torchlight and candles of various shapes and sizes provided illuminations of macabre shaped silhouettes and shadows of eerie ghostly spectres dancing about in the darkness. The deceiving wooden casket handler instead, hid the box from sight – hiding it for him.
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I wasn’t seeing the relevance of all this until this ‘Sabbat-type’ of gathering occurred. I don’t know why, but a cold and bone shivering chill ran up and down my spine.

“I would advise you to take another look at this information. I know your superiors don’t think it’s worth a shit…but then again, they don’t cotton to you, me, or anybody else of color to get them thinking and moving for any cause that we think worthy. Brother, I wouldn’t go fucking around with not getting this thing out in the open. It may create trouble for you or it might get you the mayor’s seat…possibly the good graces of the public at large. Do it Willis…it’s the right thing to do and you know it.

…Later Bro., I know you’ll let me know what’s happenin.

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October 29, 2017

~ ‘A Tacony Civilian Affair’ ~ Chapter 10 “Fairmount” – ‘The Series’

Chapter 10

“Fairmount”

‘The Series’
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The Police Commissioner watched Captain Noodles’ departure. Captain Samuel watched the commissioner. Dexter Talis looked, approached the captain and said, “You know why we had to get him out of here don’t you?” The captain nodded, “I am somewhat aware of the reasoning Commissioner.” He replied.
“Noodles is not cut out for civilian affairs – people just don’t like him.”
Samuel replied, “You mean people who don’t look like him…don’t you Commissioner?”

The lieutenant commissioner and the commissioner looked at the captain long and hard. “Yeah…that’s what I mean.”

“Listen Willice,” said the commissioner. “The mayor and a host of other big wigs will be arriving shortly. I’d like for you and the ranger to head up this mess. I’m aware of Glenn and the Mayor’s understanding and I know what some folk’s think of me…I’d like for you to keep me in the loop – I’ll do my best to get you whatever you need to get this job done – and I’ll keep Noodles out of your hair as well. If you do right by me, I’ll do right by you.”
Samuel gave the commissioner and his lieutenant a nod. “We all shall see Commissioner…we shall see.” “You know that I can make this an order Captain…but I’d like your trust in me Willice, to back you up – trust in me to back up what I promise…what we promise.” Tanex and Talis nodded and smiled in unison.

Willice said, “I know what can and won’t be done Commissioners…and I do appreciate the candor and faith in our abilities, the ranger and me.” The captain walked from the middle of the bridge on Girard Avenue and headed towards 34th Street where the ranger and his team where stationed. The commissioner motioned for his car. He relinquished control to his lieutenant. Hew then turned and leaned on the bridge railing and gazed out over the river, which seemed to evenly flow towards center city. He thought,” What in the hell is happening to this town – its crime, the current terror in the park, and his job?”

Mayor Finkles was wide-awake and constantly and continually apprised of the events of the night. Sleep being disallowed, she sipped on a glass half-filled with an expensive sherry. She received and transmitted communications from her downstairs home office. Between sips, she pondered the conversation between Talis, Tanex, and Francis. The conference call between the four was narrowed to three with Genailia’s departure from the call. She was heading to meet Glenn at the zoo. The conversation shifted from correlating strategies of capturing the escaped bruins to that of command competence of the play callers. The trio agreed that politics and personal gain took a back seat to populace security. They also agreed that Captain Noodles is best assigned to head up operations in the Northeast region. They agreed that many of the area’s men would respond to the captain’s directives as opposed to Samuel.

Captain Noodles arrived at the Tacony District Police Headquarters before going on to Kensington. The shift commander informed him of the arrest of suspect in the Kensington Stranglings. He asked the commander if the guy was black or white. The cop responded with a smile and said, “Well Captain, he ain’t no jungle bunny!” The captain smiled. The commander continued, “The guy looks like a spear-chuckin nigger with a spic name.” The captain laughed aloud. “Yeah, said the watch commander, “they got the motherfucker somewhere on Westmoreland Street earlier this evening.”
“Good,” Said Noodles. “That’s on less murderin nigger on our streets…and one less black ass preying on our white women!” Laughing aloud, the duo headed into the back room of the building where ‘whites only’ hung out between shift changes – when suddenly, an explosion occurred. It sounded like a bomb, blurted out by one of the cops who happened to be a Viet-Nam Veteran. The building shook violently as did other buildings and homes in the area.

Police stationed inside the district building darted about. Others converged in the commons room and then outdoors to see what was amiss.
Just about all of the neighbors in the area was standing out in the cold of the night to see what was the matter. No one knew until the fire engine sirens screamed enroute to the destination of the explosion. The siren screams grew as many other first responders arrived at the scene of destruction.

A house on Disston Street near Frankford was engulfed in a ball of fire. Three row houses on either side of the dwelling were also engaged in the white-yellow-blue-red light with billows of black smoke rising from them. Fire Fighters sprayed the properties with cold streams of high-pressure water being pumped from the corner fire hydrants and their trucks. Many of the area neighbors were standing out in the cold in pajamas and bathrobes. Women holding babies were standing in the slippers on the icy-cold sidewalk. Several of the men were double-checking accountability of their families, pets, and vehicles. Many of the cars and trucks on the blocks were destroyed…burned and burning and or crushed by building material and hot bricks. The strong and pungent aroma of gas permeated the air as police were ordered to get the people out of the immediate area for fear of more explosions.
Captain Noodles ushered his driver towards their unmarked police cruiser. Immediately, he began barking orders to his men over the police radio communicator. “All squad commanders in the Tacony District – get these houses evacuated right now – cordon off that area for three bocks square around the site of that fire – I don’t want anything living inside that restricted area except fire, gas, and rescue personnel. I am enroute to the location from Bustleton Avenue. I should be arriving in under five minutes.”

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August 21, 2017

“Captains – Philly Style!”

Chapter 9
“Fairmount” – ‘The Series’

“Captains – Philly Style!”

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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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August 1, 2017

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

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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”
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Gregory Vernon Boulware

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June 20, 2017

~Fairmount, the series: Pt. 7 ‘That Damned River’~

“Fairmount”

the series:

Pt. 7

‘That Damned River’

Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

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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