Independence Day is a symbol of American patriotism traditionally celebrated with barbeques and fireworks, but I’m skipping the fireworks this year since the noise scares the hair off my bulldog and the sick fascination of watching the annual hot dog eating contest gives us all enough thrills and chills. (Winner Joey Chestnut ate 69 hot dogs and buns.)
I prepared my crowd-pleasing Chinese chicken salad and then proceeded to float on a raft in the pool with a serious case of numbers on the brain.
America’s birthday in July thanks to the guts of our freedom-loving forefathers.
Last week Curtis Tarr, appointed the director of the U.S. selective Services in 1970, died at this age.
The age Mr. UnHollywood turned when he became draft eligible for the Vietnam War.
Mr. UnHollywood’s draft number.
The last number the selective service reached the year of Mr. UnHollywood’s eligibility, which meant he would not be drafted.
It’s weird to think how different our lives would be if his number had been 94 or 93.
Curtis Tarr’s lottery system refined the selection of draftees to make it statistically more random. I think meeting your soul mate can appear pretty random, too. After all, I met Mr. UnHollywood in an elevator. So while I celebrate our freedom and don’t take it for granted, I hope that other people around the world can seize their freedom using the tool of the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence – a pen.