I’m an OG Philly Jawn. My childhood was split between my parent’s home in Mt. Airy, and my Grandmother’s home in West Philly near Fairmount Park. I’m from the era of ice cream trucks sending kids begging for a dollar, getting lost on bikes, drinking out of garden hoses and jumping double-dutch between parked cars, as the boys played street football. Meeting with friends meant running to houses, banging on screen doors and asking if “such’n such can come out to play.” The meet ups were usually...