Living in Ann Arbor at age 11. Last week of January and first week of February, my parents took us out of school and we traveled to Key West.

Those were the days.

26 Years old, 2 years out of the Army, 6 months after finally completing my Accounting degree, 6 months into my first professional job, & 1 1/2 years into an 8 year first marriage.

In addition to working my first actual full time job, like many others, waiting to see what my lottery number would be next year. Being drafted in those days was a high likely hood of getting an all expenses trip to Vietnam.
The drawing for '73 was held during the summer of '72. I've often had good luck in random events like that so I wasn't particularly worried.
I woke up the next morning and looked in the paper to see my lucky number 5 next to my birth date. Soon after i got a notice for my draft physical.
Somehow the Paris peace talks ramped up in late '72 and weeks before I would be off to basic (January '73), they ended the war and the draft.

I was cruising the Florida Keys with a lady friend in a rented 36' motorsailer.

Trudging home from school in the snow. My freshman year in HS.

I was in my junior year in high school and had only been in Dallas for a year. I'd finally been there long enough to fit in with several groups of students and no longer looked at as the "new kid."

Just 5 years old, in kindergarten and playing with toys. The good old days.

I was on my first Vietnam vacation, courtesy of Uncle Sam.

I had just started my first adventure of working for soon to fail financial service companies at Ross Perot's Francis I DuPont, a now long forgotten stock brokerage.

First year of a five year graduate program.

I was 21 and moved into my first apt.

Just starting my second semester freshman year of college. Anxiously awaiting the draft lottery for my birth year to be held in February, 1972. I was #168 and classified 1-H.

I was 5, so probably eating dirt and tormenting my little sister.

Nineteen and in college. I had a very high draft number and therefore did not have to go into the service. It was not a time very many people wanted to and I was lucky to be able to take a bye.

I was either pumping Sunoco 360 or working as a helper at an offset printing plant.

7 months old and sporting a diaper. We didn’t know how good we had it.

Junior in high school and like a lot of guys I grew up with Viet Nam was a hot topic.
A couple friends were saying they’d leave for Canada and my dad telling me you’re not doing that!
It all came to an end much to my relief. My girl friends older brother came back from Nam kind of a mess and he had been telling me don’t go if you don’t have to.

22 y.o. just celebrating the safe birth of my 2-month premature second child in late Dec.

7 years old I was transitioning from snap guns to BB guns, just starting to appreciate the outdoors. Running through some small fields shooting every grasshopper I could find. The tall weeds were perfect for holding the deadly prey.

I wasn't.