My grandfather, who studied at Bologna in the 1890s, always said it a place easy to misspend one's youth. My father, at UC Berkeley in the 1920s, said that the fraternity and sorority parties he attended -- not only the houses, but at major hotels in the Bay Area -- were often bachanalian. Marijuana was legal then, though booze was not. He said -- and others there in those days have confirmed -- there was at least as much pot, sex and booze as there was in the '60s when I was at the university. His comment was that the only things that seemed to change were the music (jazz gave way to rock, each considered equally shocking in its time), the names of the cars (he had a Stutz), and the quality of Cal football.
Needless to say, I enjoyed Chicago in the eighties a lot more. And five children keep the old boy at home these days.