So I take a trip back in time with my buddy, successful LA pediatric gastroenterologist now author Ron Bahar. I found myself peering thru the wormhole into the crowded indoor locker-lined hallways of Southeast High School in Lincoln, Nebraska bumping into old friends - Mark , Benjie, Mark, Sundar, Anne, Jim, Jill - all these familiar teen faces of '81-'83 ("eighty three, eighty three, eighty eighty eighty three!"). Brilliant use of the lyrics of the bands that helped shape our confusing angst and hormone infused teenage world as preamble to each chapter - U2, Pretenders, Depeche Mode, Duran Duran, Elvis Costello. This "me generation" sound was still wriggled out of the NY and Brit punk, ska, mod, synth pop, disco, 70's rock from whence it came. Bahar effectively uses these hooks as an introduction to each chapter, the magnets that kept us glued to our cassette players in our bedrooms and in the school hallways between classes. Bahar courageously writes himself into a wholly fictitious character exploring choices not made, with a character not him, but sharing the same Midwest backdrop, the same pressures as the only son of Jewish immigrant parents, the same friends and conversations that defined our coming of age years. But for the main character (sharing the same name as the author) and his girlfriend Amy, Bahar marches bravely off exploring life "as it might have been" if lived by an alter ego (hey, who didn't want to be the lead singer of a rock band, and explore the forbidden depths of teen love and sex with the hottest girl in school?). Brave? absolutely. Effective? yes! Fun? For anyone looking for a nostalgic romp thru their early eighties high school, and explore the gritty, real, coming of age themes, you are in very good hands. Then again, I am, ahem, the "politest person on the planet." But what if I wasn't? Hmmm...