We had all the momentum we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. There was no point in fighting - on our side or theirs. Not in any mean or military sense we didn't need that. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.Īnd that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. 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. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. “It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era - the kind of peak that never comes again.
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