As is often the case with the gaming hobby, they were all very smart, very well educated, and all a somewhat Misfit Toys. They were great friends and mentors, kind and encouraging. unclekage was one the crew, though he went on to do great things after leaving the Philly area for Dartmouth. Anyway, back in the 80's, anime (then known as "Japanimation") was nothing but an obscure and severely nerdy thing that only a few people were interested in. We had to go to downtown Philly (really it was Rittenhouse Square, I think) to meet up with the Philadelphia Japanimation Society once a month or so. There we'd watch whatever thrice-copied video that someone's sister's boyfriend's cousin had brought back from a trip to Japan. There were no subtitled or dubs, so either we just had to guess what was going on or maybe someone had a ditto sheet with a rough translation or plot-guide from someone's uncle who spoke a little Japanese. Afterwards we'd often go to South Street, then the Philadelphia capital of outsider culture.
Something today brought to mind the musty glory of "Rocketships and Accessories" - a store on South Street that had vintage and imported ray-guns, rocketships, robots, etc. A lot of it was the atomic age tin-toys from America, but there were also Japanese imports which at the time were extraordinarily exotic. I loved that store. I can still smell the aged cardboard of the garishly illustrated boxes, the muggy Philadelphia summer night, the wet street outside. I was hit full-force with a nostalgic blast from that more-innocent time, when I had no idea what half characters were. When it was just amazing to realize that I wasn't some weird and singular misfit, but other people had similar interests, and it was okay to be strange. A cheesesteak at Jim's Steaks, or maybe a gyro at South Street Souvlaki (is that still there?), ice cream from Ishkabibble. We'd cruise through Zipperheads (what was the name of the other punk rock shop that used to be down the street? I once got an awesome pair of used boots there that I would kill to have today!), check out Tower Records (after it opened) making sure not to miss the Classical Annex. I mean, a whole store of nothing but Classical Music? I doubt it's still open today, it's probably a Gap or something.
I miss Philadelphia, but it's more that I miss a particular spot in time in Philadelphia. Summer on South Street, late 80's, before it was sanitized and commercialized. When it was still magical, or maybe when I was less mundane.