Arrived about October '68, went to ET-A school in the horrid old wood barracks. Joined the amateur radio club which was huge then. You could "stand watch" at the ham club instead of fire watch at the barracks. I became one of the few that would climb the 120' tower at the ham club, and was up it a number of times. My callsign then was WA7CGX
I vaguely remember the great old electronics surplus store downtown San Francisco.
My friend, George Burton K7WWA, had a warmed up '65 Chevelle with a '67 Camaro 350 engine. Broke the puny rear gear on the SF bridge. We jacked it up, cleaned out the pieces, just in time for the tow truck to give us a push off the bridge. Worked fine 'til the rear axles walzed right out of the housing and "killed" the brakes. Fortunately, George had a "line lock" on the front wheels and pumped them just a couple of times with the "line lock" engaged, to coast to a stop.
A few years later, I bought my '70 Plymouth 440 'six pack' Roadrunner from him and had it for a number of years.
HUGE windstorm, I ran from the ham club at the W end all the way to the barracks, with the wind at my back, wasn't even panting. It bent the antenna mast on top of the tower
We got in trouble with the harbor master. We got the "bright" idea of taping flourescent lamps to the vertical antenna, all of which would then flash while transmitting. The habor master thought it was some sort of distress signal.
Dave Brake got his "orange peel" '69 Roadrunner kicked off base for speeding--about 70 down the W. road. For about a day. He and George Delany got out of class to play golf with some Commander, and he outranked the security officer.
There's a few more things I really can't print here--to protect the guilty
73, W7DJM