Welcome to Bat Country. On the first days of the creation of this guild...
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the
Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . .
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. There was no point in
fighting — on our side or theirs. 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