'Stone walls," a poet once wrote, "do not a prison make." The same could be said of heated sidewalks and a wine cellar. Yet these are just some of the overwrought comforts of the "prison" in which former State Sen. Vincent J. Fumo will while away the conclusion of his all too merciful corruption sentence.
Fumo's mansion has an elevator, servants' quarters, a shooting range, and a total of 33 rooms - enough to spend each week of the remaining six months of his term in a different one. It lies in the city's serene Fairmount section, five miles and a world away from the North Philadelphia halfway house where many of Fumo's fellow felons prepare to reenter society in spartan dormitories. The fallen power broker got the latest in a long line of breaks when he was allowed to repair instead to stately Fumo manor.