I was a sophmore at UGA and lived in the AEPi fraternity house in Athens. I recall the TV news shows announcing the numbers off and on throughout the day. I forget what day of the week it was, but my fraternity brothers would come and go, looking for their number. Two of my best friends drew numbers under 100, assuring them of being drafted. My number was so high I had no chance of being drafted. The guys with low numbers joined the Reserves so they wouldn’t be drafted and sent to Viet Nam.
I ended up making great pocket money from the draft because I knew how to give a good haircut. My parents were beauticians when I was an adolescent, and I picked it up by watching them. I specialized in the Reserve Haircut. It was short enough to pass inspection, but not so short you looked out of place outside a military setting. My reputation extended beyond fraternity members, and I had customers from all the fraternities on River Road. Of course, I charged very little, which also made me popular.