Well, there was a bus station across the street back then, and the playboy club (the whole Boston "Combat Zone" was in full swing), and break-ins and regular fights. You could tackle a shoplifter in those days and the police would support you. We did keep a .45 in the drawer then too.

Oh, and there was a gang-related firebombing of the flower shop next door, which caused the sprinkler system to come on and flood our entire store. It led to a complete insurance write-off of our inventory.

That flower shop location is now a Starbucks, so things have gentrified a little...