This is Saturday night, and you should see the crowds of people out on the streets of Manhattan. The streets are buzzing. The hormones are flowing. It's right after the full moon on a Saturday night, and the energy is palpable. Is it seditious to say that we sometimes feel like being wild teenagersa and sowing our wild oats? What could more more American than that? I mean, imagine our forefathers as teenagers. They must have been rebellious hellions! Don't ya' think?