Hey Old Farts

This was very interesting to learn.

I am too young to remember this you know.

LoL

I know it may be hard to believe but some of the 60s are before my time too. Well, before my memories anyway.

I guess I fail to qualify. I remember the 60s, 50s and even some of the forties but I have yet to grow my first gray hair. And I try to develop fresh farts each and every day by eating broccoli. Oh, the humanity! A broccoli fart.

By the sixties, I was working at a job that was "important" enough to keep me out of the draft so I took my 1 2 B status and enjoyed life.

You don't know what a 1 2 B draft status is?

I 1 2 B here when they go and I 1 2 B here when they get back! It worked for me. No bullet holes and no PTSD. No I wasn't an objector. I worked in a State Hospital in a ward for the criminally insane. Nobody else could do what I did and live to tell about it ... supposedly! At least that is what the director of the hospital told my draft board every year when they came to try to take me away, ha ha!

Yeah, that does explain a lot about me, doesn't it?

I remember that. The year I was draftable was the first year of the lottery. My number came up 350 something.

Still spent 20 in the Air Force. Worth every minute of it but glad it's behind me.