I remember not staying up for the lottery and going to bed instead. I felt that my student deferment was still going to take care of me for the next three years. I was living in a dorm at UK. The next morning my next door neighbor was pounding on my door saying "Doug, Doug, when did you say your birthday was, Sept. 4th or 14th? I thought to myself that one of those dates was bad. I told him Sept. 4th and he said, "Good, you are 232 instead of 1." So I was born on a good day!
