In 69 when I was 14 my friends and I would take the train up the peninsula to San Francisco. We’d got to the Haight Ashbury and buy the Berkeley Barb for the scantily clad women, we’d go to Chinatown and buy flick open knives, firecrackers, and naked women playing cards. We’d go to Fisherman’s Wharf and tour the old ships. It was great adventure for young kids.
When you’re 14 you think you’ll live forever. 🙂
Later in 72 I marched in the Nixon Inauguration Day protest march there. There was no violence I saw and no one broke windows or looted stores.
PS I remember that there was a Hong Kong Flu but it sure didn’t affect anything.