I was stationed at 6th Army HQ at the Presidio of San Francisco from Oct 1991 to Sept 1963. This was before the hippies, before Harvey Milk, before Nancy Pelosi, and before the invasion of derelicts. SF was a beautiful city with, for the most part, friendly inhabitants. But change does come.
Change comes sadly.
I can’t imagine how wonderful San Francisco was in 1963. I was in the first grade at the time, so I didn’t see much except my front yard, school, and a bit of SF from the back seat of dad’s car.