I remember the draft lottery in 1970. I was a Sophomore at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, and a bunch of us were sitting around the TV in the fraternity house waiting for our numbers to come up. When my number was called, 273, I kept thinking that it was the same as the scientific number for absolute zero, which was the mood of all of us at the time regarding the war and the draft. By the next day, guys with low numbers were freaking out and signing up for the National Guard. To this day, I consider myself very lucky with respect to that draft lottery.