"Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas.

Five years later? Six?

It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era

--- the kind of peak that never comes again.

San Francisco in the middle sixties

was a very special time and place to be a part of.

Maybe it meant something.

Maybe not, in the long run ...

but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories

can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive

in that corner of time and the world.

Whatever it meant ...

Here was madness in any direction, at any hour.

You could strike sparks anywhere.

There was a fantastic universal sense

that whatever we were doing was right,

that we were winning ...

And that, I think, was the handle

--- that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil.

Not in any mean or military sense;

we didn't need that.

Our energy would simply prevail.

We had all the momentum;

we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave ...

So now, less than five years later,

you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west,

and with the right kind of eyes

you can almost see the high water mark

-- that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back."