The 1970's might very well become a blank in history concerning everyday, ordinary people. Such a mundane, regressive, back-sliding era, at least that is how it can appear to those of us who lived through it. The glories of the space age, the civil rights breakthroughs, the sexual revolution and even patriotism itself seemed to die a slow, selfish death as institutions and established norms fell by the wayside one after another as nothing was 'good enough' anymore. The era was pushed aside in a self-centered indifference as people positioned themselves to 'grab-up' all they could for a run at a future of personal wealth to be horded and stashed away without regard for future generations. Of course that is a pesimistic exaggeration but it might be true enough as we examine the era with regard to personal satisfaction and overall happiness. But one boy and his friends refused to be beat down and made lemonaid out of the lemons that were thrown their way. Their triumphs may not of made them millionaires, but they don't deserve to die in obscurity either, especially when much of it was so damn fun! See for yourself and read American Teen.