I’d hired a lawyer the previous summer to fix me up with a dubious but effective medical deferment.  He said it could come back to haunt me if I ever went into politics, then as now the least of my ambitions.  To this day I don’t even know what my number was.

No matter how much current events displease, I can cheer myself up with the realization that the draft, and wage-price controls, are total dead-on-arrival  non-starters politically.