In 63 through 66, I was in the Navy and spent several of those years in San Diego, San Francisco and Long beach-all I had to worry about was getting gypped by some stores. I spent time wandering the streets and often renting a room for the night just to be alone for a bit after the crowded conditions on a light crusier.

10-15 years later, I lived in Chinatown and watched as the Rodney King riots invaded and wrecked things-I would go to the train station for a journey south and the filth was depressing. I will never return, the hills are alive with the sounds of demented shrieking..