1969 was the first full year that Ken Toppell was a doctor. He was learning how to practice medicine while awaiting the birth of his first born and military orders. It was a year of change, delight, controversy,
and disaster. There was a new president, with bravado and skullduggery,
bombast and schemes. The streets were filled with demonstrators,
protestors, and people just trying to make it through the day. Baseball was thrilling, football was consolidating, and concerts were growing. It was a year like any other, different in a thousand ways.