Dan Rubin
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I'd walked by Chinese Restaurant a hundred times and never knew it existed. It could have been the generic English name.
A grisly scene worthy of True Detective - three bodies dumped into the water, bound and stabbed. And one was still alive.
A longtime aide and political adviser to U.S. Rep. Chaka Fattah (D., Pa.) pleaded guilty Wednesday to concealing the misuse of $622,000 in campaign contributions and federal grant funds, in a case that appears to have led investigators straight to the congressman's door.
Philadelphia is so blase about our past, we've even razed the houses where the city's founder and the nation's first president lived.
In the afternoon he would sit on the hard wooden bleachers in those cramped and sweltering snake pit CYO gyms and they would point and whisper "It's him . . . really is . . . it's Doctor Jack."
One dark afternoon in late January, Jane Withstandley threw her arms around her horse, Calvin, buried her face in his sleek, muscular neck and apologized for the random pain of the universe.
When the ball game comes on TV, he does one of two things. He might grab the red plastic bat that his grandmom bought for him down the Shore, grip it at its knob, and swing it as if he were playing the high striker at the county fair, all the while calling out the names of the 2014 Philadelphia Phillies.
With a single swing of the ax, the new leadership of Pennsylvania Ballet has cleared out the longtime artistic pillars of the company.
