It was January, 1966, and I was beginning to feel a draft. I’d been in college about a year and a half, working during the summers building surfboards, all the while keeping up on the happenings in the Far East.

I’d recently reduced my efforts in college to take on part-time tooling work with one of Southern California’s larger defense contractors. School became one computer class 3 nights a week.

Then things started happening rather quickly…