Never saw a homeless person the entire time we lived in California (1960-74) and would’ve been amazed if I had. This is how different it was: As a toddler my father took me on an errand to K-Mart in Santa Ana and left me on a horse ride outside the store. He forgot me and went home. The people kept putting nickels into the machine until he returned, chastised by my mother, to get me.
LOL! Indeed, that was a different time.