The draft stories rang a bell for me. As Pi Kap social chairman in December 1969, I had the bright idea for us to put up $10 apiece to watch the lottery in the tube room. Half the money bought a keg of beer and the other half was designated for the low number. Who won? Me! I had No. 5 (October 18) and my roomie John W had cushy No. 350, wasted because he was in ROTC.

I ended up jumping out of planes as an airbourne rigger in the Army Reserves. But I had the luck to avoid Vietnam, even though 3 of the 5 units like mine went there.