by | Feb 5, 2009 | Stories
The lottery didn’t mean much to me, since at the time I was going to the University of Wisconsin, Madison, and was in Air Force ROTC. Growing up in New York City I’d been pretty uptight, very conservative, and didn’t really question...
by | Feb 3, 2009 | Stories
I was a sophomore at UW Madison, and found out that Electrical Engineering would no longer get you a deferred job, so in mid-1971, I joined the Wisconsin National Guard. An interesting experience, with Basic Training and truck driving AIT at Fort Ord, CA from...
by | Feb 2, 2009 | Stories
I arrived home in the evening, after the lottery draw had begun. I found my mother listening to the numbers being called on a radio. She, too had missed the beginning of the draw, so we didn’t know if I had already been assigned a low number. I went to my...
by | Feb 1, 2009 | Stories
I watched the first lottery with my floormates in Whitbeck House-Sellery Hall. As each guy had his number called, he left the room. This was a totally spontaneous ritual. The networks speculated that those whose numbers were in the first third-about...
by | Jan 31, 2009 | Stories
It was just a little while ago, but I was fortunate since my number was not called. I do remember some anxiety that summer on the day of the draft. I had hoped to enter ROTC as a freshman, but due to corrective glasses, I was rejected. I believe my student...
by | Jan 30, 2009 | Stories
The night of the lottery, my college roommate and I were watching it on TV. The first date drawn was his birthday — he was No. 1. I hung on until 141, which was a problem. The purpose of the lottery was supposed to be to let you know whether you were going to be...
