When I was in high school, I went to the beach, Wildwood, New Jersey, with a group of guys. All the usual exuberance was in tow, along with the youth-fueled hunt for girls! And the ones we met were ready to party, loud and brash, from Philly, and ran in a pack. They were on the loose, from who-knows-what-kind of backgrounds, and they were fun, coarse –cussed like sailors– and were very sexy. We were used to the sometimes demure Southern Belles of Virginia, coquettish nymphs who would tease with smiles. These Philly girls were of a different breed altogether, and one part of my adolescence I would never forget.