My lottery number was 183, right in the middle of the 366 dates. I believe that was low enough to have gotten me drafted, but Dr. Martin Blazina at the Med Center had surgically repaired my knee in Jan. ’67, and he assured me that I could get a deferment so I wasn’t too worried. As it turned out I was able to stay at UCLA through the spring of ’74 when I graduated from the law school.
I managed to wander up Janss Steps in May of ’72 into the clutches of LAPD Metro squad during the demonstration (I believe) protesting the mining of Haiphong Harbor, but it didn’t ruin my legal career or even hinder my hiring as a deputy district attorney in Orange County. I have a picture of my being cuffed which I used to keep on my wall when I was a prosecutor.