Will never forget that night. I was at a small college in Iowa. Everyone, at least the 19 year olds, had ears glued to the radio, eyes to the tv. After the drawing, after the cheers, after the smashed tvs and radios, the bars were full; either you were celebrating because you felt you were safe from the draft or you were drowning your sorrows thinking of your "low" number. That first year of the lottery, 1969, it was estimated that the draft would take numbers up to 205. My birthday, January 4, drew number 215.
