Abandoning the course of history to its own mad ramblings (It All Started With Columbus..Europa etc.), the author looks at the state of American adolescence. After a few uncontrollable shudders, he explains that his insight is based on the fact that he was once an adolescent himself and ""the time came when I could look back on the whole business as nothing more than a nightmare"". He has also watched, with particulate horror, while his own children turned into teenagers right before his very ves. Dividing his recollections between his own torturous teens and those of his son and daughter, Armour's querulous quatrains dot the short essays dealing with typical 13 - 19-year-old behavior in regard to such matters as the use of language, bathrooms and cars. Up-beat commiseration promising laughter after present tears to ll who are owned by a teen.