The Seventies? A lot of it's best forgotten. As the old jape has it, if you can remember the Seventies, you weren't there. . . .
I finished high school in '71 and started college that fall. Not a lot of fun; it seemed just like the high school experience except much bigger classes and a much longer commute by bus.
Met Wife No. 1 at my first Star Trek convention. (Met Wife No. 2 at a much later convention, but that was the Eighties.) Managed to miss the little party in Vietnam. Worked in radio as an announcer, got married, got drunk more often than was good for me, stopped (the first time) in '79. My first car was a metallic green Ford Maverick, a '75 4-door with the larger I-6 engine, and working on it taught me a lot about cars. Started running for my health and weight control. I remember .55/gal. gas, .50 Quaker State oil (an oil change on the Maverick in '77 cost me about $5-$6!). I wrote uncountable numbers of words, most not very good, on a manual standard Underwood typewriter.
And yes, it was easier to find a new job back then. You applied at "Personnel" instead of "Workforce Management." If they liked you, you filled out some minor paperwork and you started. None of these 100 giant hoops you have to jump through today to hire somebody, or to get hired.