In December of 1969, I had just started my first year in medical school in Chicago as I had left NCSU after three years. I sat around with my roommates and a bunch of guys from my class to watch the lottery on TV. We all put up a fifth of liquor, and whoever drew the lowest number won it all. My birthday is September 14, and my number was chosen first. I was number ONE!!!. I won enough alcohol to not have to buy any for the next four years. As a medical student, I was deferred from the draft until I finished school, and the draft ended a week after I completed my residency. I have entered a lot of lotteries since then, but the draft lottery has been my only win so far.
