I was No. 119 in the lottery, and my best friend was No. 122. In its December 10th meeting the local draft board called numbers through 110 and announced that anyone with numbers up to about 125 should be prepared to be called by year-end. So we knew we were goners.
The board met every week on a certain day. December 17 was the next date but there was a blizzard and the meeting was cancelled. No meeting was scheduled for December 24, but a special meeting was called December 28, at which time they called up to No. 117. You have never seen two happier guys than us.