Greetings
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Greetings
or: Boola Boola
When I was a teen, the most frightening word in the English language was, "Greeting" which was followed by the announcement that you'd just been drafted into military service. EEK! I was lucky, they missed me by a mile. I wasn't "Mr. Irrelevant" but, I came darn close. With a draft number of 356 (out of 365) I was immediately classified 1H, non-draftable until further classified. YEA! I was working that day and had no clue until I got home. When my mother told me my number I literally hit my head on the ceiling! OK, so that's only a 24" jump but, nothing ever hurt so good.
Somehow, I imagine the kids that got drafted into the NFL over the weekend probably feel a bit happier. Best-O-Luck to all of them.
Happy Trails
Smitty