I don't know about any anger issues in the 1960s. I got married in 1962, we struggled on our meager salaries, but we made enough to eventually purchase a home in the suburbs of Baltimore, a tiny 3-bedroom rancher on a 1/4 acre lot. I worked long, hard hours at the University of Maryland Hospital and U of M Shock Trauma Unit, my wife was a stay at home mom, which is rare these days, and the only thing bad that I can remember were the riots in Baltimore when Martin Luther King was assassinated and part of the inner city was burned to the ground. I moved to Spokane, Washington right after the riots, mainly because I wanted to raise my children in a better environment than the Baltimore metropolitan area. It was the most beautiful city in the United States from my perspective.

After three years, we returned to Maryland, I went to work at The Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore in 1970, as technical director of the Cardio Pulmonary Division. After 5 years, I burned out, went back to playing music and opened a fishing tackle shop in the town of Forest Hill. No anger issues then, either.

I guess I'm just too happy of a person,

Gary