Yes, yes, yes...Bumper Farrell. He was a (Harley?)motorcycle cop.

He actually protected the gals from violence. He gave no quarter to anybody playing up and causing trouble at the Cross including swearing in public........ Used to take them aside into a lane and give them a 'talking to'. He was rough and tough but well respected.

Palmer Street was the street I remember with the gals. I could be alone at 2am anywhere at the cross having a late night coffee with friends. I was never in any danger whatsoever from anyone.

Things changed when the USA servicemen had their R&R from Vietnam at the Cross.

All those wonderful fashion boutiques, world class restaurants, etc. closed down and moved.

And Martin Place.....men removed their hats out of respect when they walked past the Cenotaph.

We were so lucky growing up in that era.  Despite hardships, life was so good because we were happy with what we had.