I was also there, having grown up in SF, I hung out in the Haight with friends. Miracle I did'nt catch diseases from the gals whose names I did'nt know. Too easy, watch free bands in the Panhandle park a block away from Haight, smoke dope and share wine with pretty hippie chicks and what ensues... but forget to get their names.
Do you remember Lyle Tuttle ? He was a renowned Tattoo artist in S.F. in the Mission district and I wasted my huge military paycheck getting a stupid tat which I regret every time I take my shirt off.