Friday, February 3, 2023

Former U.S. Navy Captain Sentenced To 30 Months in Prison In International "Fat Leonard" Navy Bribery Scandal

The U.S. Attorney’s Office in the Southern District of California released the below information yesterday.

SAN DIEGO – U.S. Navy Captain (Retired) David Williams Haas (seen in the above photo) was sentenced today to 30 months in prison by a federal district judge in San Diego on charges that he received more than $90,000 in bribes from foreign defense contractor Leonard Francis, who plied him with luxurious hotel stays, travel, and prostitutes.  Haas was also ordered to pay a criminal fine of $30,000 and restitution in the amount of $90,968.82.

“Public corruption erodes the very fabric of our democracy, threatening the reputation and functioning of our institutions and thus the ability of the United States to lead with credibility,” said U.S. Attorney Randy S. Grossman. “Today’s sentencing, in part, replenishes the well of democracy, signaling to all Americans that the business of your public institutions will be conducted in the light, without bias or favor.”

According to court documents, Haas reciprocated by using his influence within the Navy’s Seventh Fleet to steer ships to GDMA-controlled ports and otherwise advance the interests of Francis and GDMA.

According to the court documents, Haas received the following bribes, among others, from Francis:

  • On May 11-15, 2012, Francis paid for rooms at the Shangri-La in Jakarta, Indonesia, plus dinner, entertainment at a night club, alcohol and prostitutes for Haas and others.
  • On June 29-30, 2012, in Tokyo, Japan, Francis paid for a two-day party for Haas and others including transportation, dinner at Nobu Restaurant and entertainment at several hostess clubs where the services of prostitutes were provided, at a cost of more than $75,000.

“Mr. Haas’ sentencing brings accountability and closure to the willful illegal acts of a former U.S. Navy officer, who abused his position, to illegally enrich himself and others, at the expense of the American taxpayer, as well as the safety and security of our naval forces in the Pacific area of operations,” said Kelly P. Mayo, the Director of the Department of Defense Office of Inspector General, Defense Criminal Investigative Service (DCIS). “This outcome, and others associated with it, demonstrate the steadfast commitment of DCIS and our law enforcement partners to expose corruption within the Department.”

“Mr. Haas betrayed his oath to his country by soliciting, receiving, and accepting a stream of lavish gifts from GDMA, including over $90,000 in meals, entertainment, hotel expenses, and the services of prostitutes, in return for doing and omitting to do acts in violation of his official Navy duties,” said NCIS Director Omar Lopez. “NCIS and our law enforcement partners remain committed to fully investigating all allegations of bribery and corruption that threaten the integrity of the Department of the Navy.”

The case is being prosecuted by Assistant U.S. Attorneys Mark W. Pletcher, Valerie Chu, Michelle Wasserman, and David Chu of the U.S. Attorney’s Office for the Southern District of California.  

You can also read my Counterterrorism magazine piece on the Fat Leonard Navy bribery and fraud case via the below link:   

Paul Davis On Crime: My Piece On The 'Fat Leonard' U.S. Navy Bribery And Fraud Case

Thursday, February 2, 2023

Suspected Chinese Spy Balloon Sailing Over United States

Fox News reports that a spy balloon, suspected to be Chinese, is flying over the U.S. 

The U.S. government is monitoring a suspected Chinese surveillance balloon that has been moving over northern states over the past several days.

 

Pentagon spokesperson Brig. Gen. Pat Ryder said during a briefing on Thursday afternoon that the U.S. government has detected a high-altitude surveillance balloon over the continental U.S.

"The United States government has detected and is tracking a high-altitude surveillance balloon that is over the continental United States right now. The U.S. government to include Norad, continues to track and monitor it closely. The balloon is currently traveling at an altitude well above commercial air traffic and does not present a military or physical threat to people on the ground. Instances of this kind of balloon activity have been observed previously over the past several years. Once the balloon was detected, the U.S. government acted immediately to protect against the collection of sensitive information," Ryder said.

 

You can read the rest of the piece via the below link:


US government monitoring suspected Chinese spy balloon over northern states | Fox News 

My Crime Fiction: Bozo's Last Stand: A Story Of Stolen Valor

 The below short story first appeared in American Crime Magazine.

 Bozo’s Last Stand: A Story of Stolen Valor 

By Paul Davis

After I completed my most recent crime column for the local paper, which was about a fraud who posed as a former Navy SEAL in order to received unearned Veteran’s Administration benefits, I thought back to other frauds I knew who lied about being in the military and serving in combat. 

I thought of Tony Russo, an odd guy that I knew from a local taproom in South Philadelphia. One of the other guys told us, half-jokingly, that Russo's mother had dropped him on his head when he was a baby. 

“That explains things,” another bar patron said. 

I didn’t think Russo was a bad guy, just a bit weird and socially awkward. That is until he began telling the guys in the bar, and probably everyone else, that he was a Vietnam veteran. 

I knew that Russo, who was a few years older than me, had certainly not served in the Vietnam War. I knew, because like most veterans, we had discussed what we had done in the service more than once in the bar. 

I told Russo that I had served as a sailor on the USS Kitty Hawk as the aircraft carrier performed combat operations on "Yankee Station" in the Gulf of Tonkin off the coast of North Vietnam in 1970 and 1971. Russo told me that he was an MP (military police) in West Germany during the early 1960s, before the big build-up in South Vietnam. 

Being an MP in West Germany was honorable service and something to be proud of, but in his twisted mind, I suppose it was not enough. 

Previously, I had interviewed him for my newspaper column when he joined the Vietnam Veterans of America. I quoted him as stating that although he was not a Vietnam veteran, he respected those who did serve there. 

Then, only a few years later, he got it into his head that he had served in the Vietnam War, just as the veterans he hung around did. He claimed to have won a Purple Heart and other medals in the war. Some gullible guys who first met him bought him drinks and sandwiches, which he accepted. This, I knew, was a crime, although the cost of a beer and a sandwich perhaps made it a minor crime.   

As I noted in my newspaper column, under the Stolen Valor Act of 2013, it is a crime to obtain money, property, or other tangible benefits while fraudulently claiming to have been awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor, the Distinguished Service Cross, the Navy Cross, the Air Force Cross, a Silver Star, a Purple Heart, and other combat medals. 

Russo began wearing a baseball cap with “Vietnam Veteran” embroidered on it, and he also wore a jacket and a sweatshirt embroidered with “Vietnam Veteran.” I can only assume that his underwear was embroidered with “Vietnam Veteran” as well. 

I thought that his lying about serving in Vietnam was a despicable act, and an insult to those who actually served in the war. It was Stolen Valor. But I didn’t bother to expose him at the bar, or call the FBI, because I believed he had mental issues. And most of the guys at the bar didn't believe him in any case. 

I recall one time when he was telling his phony war stories in his usual stammer with awkward pauses, when he stated, “I spent eight months in, hey ya, Hell.” 

“Don’t all guys spend a full year in-country tour?” One of the bar’s patrons asked. 

Russo had a strained look on his face, and then said, “I left because I had high blood pressure.” 

“Didn’t everyone in Vietnam have high blood pressure?” I asked.

 

My thoughts then drifted to another time back in the late 1970s when I was a young man.  

I had gone to a jewelry store to pick up a watch that needed to be repaired. At the entrance to the jewelry store were two unarmed black security guards. They both wore black paramilitary uniforms. One of the guards was a big guy and his black uniform shirt was stretched as his upper torso bulged with muscle. He also wore a black baseball cap that read “Navy SEAL Vietnam Veteran” embroidered above the bill. 

The second guard, a smaller, thinner, and older black man, wore a simple black baseball cap and his black uniform hung loose on his lean frame. 

The bigger of the guards stood in front of me and looked me over. He was twice the size of me, but having been an amateur middleweight boxer, I was not intimidated. 

I stared up at the big man and looked him in the eye. 

The thinner guard nudged his bigger partner aside and said, “C’mon in, man.” 

“Thanks,” I replied and walked over to the counter. 

A pretty young black girl was behind the counter. I smiled, said hello, and handed her my slip. She smiled back and walked towards the back room, once looking over her shoulder and smiling again at me. 

“What you looking at, pretty boy?” 

I turned and saw space mountain standing next to me. My flirtatious good humor vanished, and I responded like a good son of South Philly. 

“Fuck you.” 

“That girl there is my girl. And you don’t want to fuck with me, boy, I’m a Vietnam veteran. 

"So am I,” I said. “Sort of.” 

“I was a fucking Navy SEAL in the shit. What was you?” 

“I was on an aircraft carrier.” 

“Pussy,” he said curtly. “This here jewelry store hired me because I fought in Vietnam as a SEAL and won the Silver Star in combat.” 

My bullshit antenna raised. I didn’t believe him. 

“Go back to the circus, Bozo.” 

“Are you calling me a clown? I’ll rip your head off!” 

“Or die trying,’ I said, my right fist balled and ready. 

Bozo ripped his shirt open, struggled to get it off, and then tossed it with a fury to the floor. 

“Do I look like I’m afraid of you?” I asked calmly. “Do you see me running?”   

“Come outside, Motherfucker, and I’ll fuck you up.” 

He yanked the store’s door open and stepped out, and I followed. 

Bozo stood on the sidewalk, flexing his muscles. 

I wasn’t impressed, as I knew that steroid-induced muscles made one strong, but not fast. 

The second security guard came out and stood between us. 

“Man, there ain’t no need for violence.” 

“Get out the way, Harry, I’m going to fuck this pretty boy up.” 

With that he came at with a slow, clumsy roundhouse. 

One did not need to be a former boxer to slip that telegraphed punch. I leaned my head back and turned it slightly to the right and felt the air of the missed punch sail by.  

I countered quickly with a hard right cross and Bozo dropped to the cement. He lay there holding his head and moaning and rolling from side to side. 

The pretty counter girl came out of the store and stood over Bozo. 

“Please don’t hit him again!” She pleaded. “He wasn’t a Navy SEAL. He wasn’t even in the service.” 

I nodded.

She handed me my repaired watch in a bag, and I handed her a $20 dollar bill, which gave her a $5 dollar tip. I turned and walked away. 

Harry rushed up to me. 

“Thank you, man,” he said. “I’ve been listening to his shit for almost a year. He’s always putting me down as I was a Marine in Nam, even though I was shot and almost died. He always saying SEALs is tougher than Marines.” 

“Well,” I said to Harry. “Thank you for your service.” 

“You too,” he said as I walked away. 

© Copyright Paul Davis 2021


Wednesday, February 1, 2023

Historic Philadelphia Quartermaster Campus To Convert To The Quartermaster Science + Technology Park

The real estate company SkyREM announced yesterday that the historic Quartermaster site in Philadelphia, once a Defense Department compound and major employer in South Philadelphia, will be converted into the Quartermaster Science + Technology Park.

The real estate company stated that in addition to planned restaurants, a hotel, and other amenities, the $250 million mixed-use commercial redevelopment will include wet and dry lab space for both life science startups and established companies to conduct full-scale research and development, and bio-manufacturing.

You can read the announcement via the below link:

Historic Quartermaster Campus to Convert to the Quartermaster Science + Technology Park (prnewswire.com)

Above and below are illustrations of what the Quartermaster will look like in the future, according to the real estate company.


Note:  I worked at the Quartermaster for nearly 25 years as a Defense Department employee. 

You can read about the old Quartermaster via the below links:

Paul Davis On Crime: The Philadelphia Quartermaster Revisited

Paul Davis On Crime: A Look Back At The Multi-Million Dollar Defense Contract Fraud and Bribery Case At The Philadelphia Quartermaster

Paul Davis On Crime: Connecting the Dots at the Local Level: Fusion Centers Make Homeland Security a State, City and County Affair


Tuesday, January 31, 2023

My Crime Fiction: Ruggerio Reimagined

The below short story originally appeared in American Crime Magazine. 

Ruggerio Reimagined 

By Paul Davis

I was a bit taken aback when I read about Ruggerio Martino.

I was smoking a cigar and drinking a cup of coffee in my booklined basement office, flipping through the local newspaper that carried my weekly crime column, when a photo of Martino caught my eye. 

I had not thought about Martino in years. I knew him originally from the South Philly neighborhood where we both grew up. He was an oddball. A big guy, but soft and sloppy. The guys on the corner called him “Baby Huey,” after the cartoon giant baby character. 

Martino was a quiet kid, but he was teamed up with Edward “Eddie Crow” Esposito, a fast-talking and annoying skinny kid. They were not part of our crowd, but they often came into the luncheonette where our street corner gang hung out. We thought of them as square, goofy guys, as they didn’t drink or get high or do the other things South Philly street guys generally did in the late 1960s. 

I left the corner at age 17 when I enlisted in the U.S. Navy and sailed to Southeast Asia on an aircraft carrier during the Vietnam War. When I returned home two years later, I found that my crowd had moved exactly one block north from the luncheonette to a corner bar. Martino and Esposito also drank in the bar, but my old crowd didn’t have much to do with them. 

I broke away from the crowd in my late twenties when I began to date a beautiful woman whom I eventually married. I later began working as a crime reporter, which led to my having a crime column in the local paper. 

 

As I smoked my cigar and looked at Martino's photo, I thought back to the year 2000. I recalled having a drink in a corner bar where I knew the owner, Mike DeLisi. I liked DeLisi, a former boxer and a great cook. His Baked Ziti reminded me of my late Italian mother's Baked Ziti.   

On the night in question, DeLisi was behind the bar talking to me when Martino and Esposito came in. I saw that Martino’s baby fat was gone, replaced by an overly muscled body. Esposito was still a scrawny guy, and he still had a big mouth. 

Esposito saw me and rushed over to shake my hand. 

“Hey, Paulie. Do you remember me? I'm Eddie Crow?” 

“Yeah,” I replied. “I remember you. How are you?” 

“I’m good. Fucking good. Hey, Ruggerio, come over and say hello to Paulie Davis from the old corner.” 

Martino walked over slowly and shook my hand and nodded. 

“Hey, Mike, we knew this guy from the corner before he was a big-shot newspaper guy.” 

“I don’t know about that,” I said. “I’m hardly a big-shot.” 

“I read your articles every week in the paper. I love it. I tell everybody I knew you from the old corner." 

Esposito asked DeLisi for a beer and turned back to me.

"I could tell you some things, you know, confidentially like," Esposito said. "What do you call it, off the chart?” 

“Off the record,” I replied. 

“Yeah.” 

Martino poked Esposito and turned his head towards a guy drinking at the end of the bar. 

“Hey, Paulie, I got business I have to take care of. Good to see you again.” 

Esposito walked down to the guy at the end of the bar. 

“You know those assholes, Paul?” 

“I knew them from the old neighborhood.” 

“They’re potato chip gangsters. Esposito is a collector for Big Rocco. You know him?” 

“No.”     

"He runs a gambling and loan-shark operation. When these two clowns started coming in here, I asked Rocco if they were with him, because they were throwing his name around, acting like big shots,” DeLisi said. “Rocco told me Eddie Crow collected small time for him, but he’s a nobody. I don’t like him or Ruggerio. Ruggerio is always trying to look tough. He’s big, but I don’t think he’s so tough." 

From that night on, DeLisi and I got a kick out of watching the two would-be-gangsters act out in the bar. 

One night Esposito was trying to impress a young girl at the bar. We heard her ask him why he was called Eddie Crow. 

“They call me Crow because crows are wise birds.” 

I leaned over to Mike and said he was called Crow as a kid because his black hair and hooked beak nose made him look like the cartoon crow from Disney’s Dumbo movie. 

DeLisi laughed. 

“You know, last year Eddie was parking cars for Longo’s restaurant, and I slipped him a five,” DeLisi recalled. “He followed me to the door of the restaurant and kissed my ass. Now he’s a gangster. Wise bird, my ass.” 

But as funny as Eddie Crow was, Martino, the once quiet Baby Huey, was even more amusing. 

Martino was always speaking awkwardly to the girls and trying to impress them. One night in the bar, DeLisi and I heard Martino say in his half-mumbling, half-stuttering way that he had served in Vietnam. 

“I was a tunnel rat in Vietnam.” 

“Oh, really,” the girl replied politely. “What’s a tunnel rat?” 

“I used to crawl into the tunnels and go after them Viet Cong.” 

“I’m glad to see you came home safe,” the girl said as she slid away from the hulking man at the bar. 

“Bullshit,” I said to Delisi. “He wasn’t even in the service, let alone a tunnel rat. Can you imagine that hulk crawling through a tunnel?"  

“Yeah. That pisses me off,” said DeLisi, a genuine Vietnam veteran. “I ought to say something.” 

“Well, you saw the girl wasn’t impressed. She didn’t care if he was in the war or not.” 

Delisi agreed to let it go. 

Another night in the bar we watched and listened to Martino tell two girls that he was a street tough. That image was not aided by Martino drinking a “Dirty Shirley,” a fruity mixed drink.   

“South Philly has changed, so you girls got to be careful. Back in the day, we were tough guys on the corner and we was always fighting each other in gang fights, but we didn’t bother no girls or rob old ladies.” 

DeLisi and I laughed. 

 “I'll bet the biggest fight Ruggiero ever had was with a banana sundae,” DeLisi said. 

“I don't think the big doofus ever had a fight in his life,” I said.   

On yet another night, Martino worked his so-called charm on a young woman. 

“I been with a lot of girls in my time, but ah, you got the prettiest eyes. What color is they?” 

DeLisi and I covered our mouths to prevent us from laughing aloud, as the young woman made her excuses and bolted for the door. 

“I never saw him talk with a girl when I knew him,” I said. 

We laughed as we watched and listened to Martino as he struck out with girls night after night. 

 

One night, I overheard Esposito talking to Martino at the bar. 

“You’re a big guy, Ruggerio. Look at you. Are you going to let that fucking guy talk to you like that?” Esposito said. “You ought to go down there and straighten him out.” 

Martino nodded and downed his fruity drink like it was rotgut whiskey from a Wild West saloon. He stepped off his bar stool and headed down the bar. 

I called DeLisi over and warned him that there might be trouble. 

“Fuck off, ya big slob,” I heard the guy at the bar tell Martino. 

The man at the end of the bar was Billy Leto. I could see that he was drunk. Leto was of average height, but he didn’t look like he was afraid of the massive guy towering over him. 

“Knock him out, Ruggerio,” Esposito said, taunting his friend. 

"Yeah, try it, Fatso,” Leto said. 

“Hey, hey,” DeLisi called out. “Take that shit outside. There’s no fighting in here.” 

“Ya want to go outside, Fatso?” 

Martino’s face reddened. No one had called him fat in years, and it stunned him. 

“Let’s go, motherfucker,” Esposito said to Leto. 

The men went outside to the sidewalk. The bar cleared out to watch the fight. I stood with DeLisi on the steps as the two men went into boxing stances. Martino stepped in and swung a wild hook at Leto, who stepped back easily to avoid the blow. Leto countered with a series of blows to Martino’s head and body. Martino was unable to block any of the blows and he began to bleed from his nose. 

Esposito, like a corner man in a movie, pushed Martino towards Leto with instructions to punch his opponent in the jaw. Martino swung again, and again he missed his target. Leto then delivered several combos to Martino's face and head. It looked like Leto was pounding on a punching bag.

Esposito, seeing that his friend was clearly outclassed, pulled a .38 revolver out of his pocket and pointed it at Leto. 

“Whoa, whoa,” DeLisi yelled. “No fucking guns here. Put that fucking thing away or I’ll shove it up your ass.”

Esposito saw the anger in DeLisi’s face, and he slipped the gun back into his pocket. 

Martino fell back heavily against a parked car as the blood flowed from his nose. Leto laughed and looked at his bloody hands. 

“Look how I fucked up my hands hitting this fucking refrigerator,” Leto said to his friends. 

They all laughed and then they climbed into a car and drove off. 

“You and Martino are barred from here,” DeLisi said. “I don’t want to see your ugly fucking faces again.” 

“Yeah? We’ll see what Big Rocco says about that,” Esposito replied. 

"I’m going to call him right now and tell him what a pair of clowns you guys are.” 

With that, Esposito took Martino’s arm and they walked down the street. 

Everyone else went back into the bar. 

“Not much of a fucking fight,” DeLisi said. “Ruggerio is still a Baby fucking Huey.”  

It was the year 2000, a new century, so I suppose Martino felt that he had to adapt from a Baby Huey doofus to his reimagined persona as a street tough and hardened Vietnam veteran. But that persona was crushed brutally in the fight outside the bar.   

                            

As I reread the piece on Martino, I felt bad for him. The newspaper story reported that Martino attempted to stop an armed robber from holding up a store. According to the piece, Martino advanced on the armed robber, and when the robber saw this big man moving down on him, he opened fire and shot Martino in the chest. The robber fled as Martino bled out on the store’s floor.  

Esposito was quoted in the piece, stating that Martino was a true hero. He told the reporter that Martino was a highly decorated Vietnam veteran, so the headline read, “Decorated Vietnam Veteran Murdered Preventing Robbery.” 

I picked up my phone and began to call the reporter to set the record straight about Martino. But I paused, and then I laid my phone down.

© 2022 Paul Davis 



Monday, January 30, 2023

A Veteran Police Sergeant Speaks Out: My Broad + Liberty Interview With Gary Capuano

Broad + Liberty ran my interview with retired Philadelphia police sergeant Gary Capuano (seen in the above and below photos).

You can read the interview via the below link or the below text:

Paul Davis: A veteran police sergeant speaks out (broadandliberty.com) 

I had an interesting conversation with a veteran police sergeant. Gary Capuano, who retired from the Philadelphia Police Department after serving nearly 25 years, and is currently writing a memoir of his days as a cop, offered his take on the current state of crime in Philadelphia. 

“Philadelphia is in a dire situation. I believe the rise in crime is a direct result of the District Attorney and his policies,” Capuano told me. “When word gets out that there is little to nothing done when someone is arrested for a crime, these criminals believe they have the green light to do as they please. Since Larry Krasner has been in office, the number of homicides has risen every year.” 

Capuano went on to state that when word gets out that deals are being given out like candy by the DA office and that crimes are being ignored, what the city is experiencing right now is a result. 

I asked Capuano what he thinks should be done to drive down crime in Philadelphia.

“Driving infractions need to be enforced as they were in years past, ATV’s need to be removed from the street like they were in years past, and retail thefts need to be prosecuted again as they were in years past,” Capuano said. “Many businesses that were looted in the summer of 2020 never recovered and closed for good. More businesses are leaving the city because of the thefts as well as their employees being assaulted. This progressive way of thinking protects the criminal only. There needs to be a balance.”

Capuano added that police manpower is critically low, which not only jeopardizes public safety, but also jeopardizes police officers’ safety. The public should know that a lack of manpower is why it takes hours on end for their call to be answered.”

I asked him if he thought the mayor, the DA, and the police commissioner have the cops’ backs.

“I feel that the mayor, district attorney and the police commissioner do not have the cops’ backs,” Capuano replied. “I don’t have the exact numbers, but it’s apparent that cops have been targeted by the DA and city’s leadership. The whole idea of due process has been forgotten in many cases. The number of officers arrested and found not guilty are plentiful. 

“I’m not so naive that I believe cops do no wrong, but when there are thousands of people in any one career, there are bound to be a few bad apples. But don’t ruin people’s lives and careers with a shoddy investigation. I’d like to see a police commander stand in front of a camera and address accusations thrown at a cop by saying, ‘we should conduct a thorough investigation and have all of the facts before we make a rush to judgment.’” 

Capuano said the police department should lose their unofficial opposition to hiring veterans for fear of them having PTSD. 

“I’ve heard stories throughout the years of many willing and able bodied veterans who were passed over,” Capuano said. “The department needs to also remove the residency requirement altogether. The city should give a 50 mile radius as to where a recruit/officer can live. As long as the officer can make it to work on time, there should be no issues. The city should use a one-time signing bonus payment for $5,000. Also, make the incoming recruits a pension deal with 25 years and out.” 

Capuano began his career in the 4th District at 11th & Wharton Street in South Philadelphia in 1998, which is near where he grew up. He has worked in 5 Squad’s stolen auto detail, worked as a plainclothes officer on a burglary team, and was later promoted to detective. He led 5 Squad’s Southwest Detective’s Fugitive Task Force as the officer in charge/team leader. Capuano said he was “the breacher.” In 2014 he was promoted to sergeant.

Capuano said the highlight of his police career was the apprehension of a suspect wanted for three homicides. He was working in the Southwest Detective Fugitive Task Force when one of his officers befriended the father of one of the victims. The father called the officer with the “word on the street.” Capuano and the officer were given information that led them to capture the suspect. 

“We worked that night into the early morning hours,” Capuano recalled. “We resumed working early Saturday morning and we, along with the assistance of the U.S. Marshals, captured the defendant inside the projects at 22nd and Susquehanna Avenue.”

Capuano is proud that he took a truly bad guy off the streets. 

“Police work is an honorable profession. You can go out and do good things for your community,” Capuano said.

Paul Davis is a Philadelphia writer who covers crime.  



Sunday, January 29, 2023

'What's a Philly Thing?': Eagles Fans Have The Answer On South Broad Street

Matteo Iadonisi at WPVI Channel 6 asks Eagle fans in South Philly what’s a "Philly Thing" after Eagles' win. You can watch the video below: 

SOUTH PHILADELPHIA, Pennsylvania (WPVI) -- Fans stormed the streets after the Philadelphia Eagles scored their way into the Super Bowl. We asked them, "What's a Philly Thing?"

'What's a Philly Thing?' Eagles fans have the answer on Broad Street - 6abc Philadelphia

You can also listen to Kevin Bacon, his brother and others sing It's a Philly Thing via the below link:

 The Bacon Brothers - Philly Thing - YouTube