 Dutz might spend his day getting fired at in a cage, but at least on his time off, he has someone to talk to. Someone with whom to share the secret weak spots in his armor. Back when I lived there, Wildwood had this reputation for being a big party town. People were supposed to be scoring like nuts on the boardwalk, every night. And actually, they were. The only real action I got that summer, though, was in the form of a single kiss.