I’ve always thought that the number 222 was my number – in 1970 when the government had a draft lottery to determine who would go to Viet Nam, my birthday came up number 222 in the lottery. They never took anyone that high. At the time I lived at 222 E. 10th st. I have worked at a job for the past 25 years whose phone number ends in 222. That number has always been good to me.

Submitted by Mickey M.