I was in the draft lottery for the men born in 1952. After years of watching the Vietnam War being played out on television I was sure I would get a lousy number. They say 13 is unlucky, but not for me. August 13th ended up with 365! The only anecdote that I remember was when I told a friend (we lived in Pittsburgh), who had to join the Marine reserves to avoid Vietnam. When I told him my number was 365, he joked, ” 365? Your mother will go before you!” It’s been almost 50 years and I remember his comment like it was yesterday.
