early		Back when I looked like this, the United States was conducting a war in Vietnam. Young men like me were required to register for the lottery conducted by the Selective Service System. My lottery number was 15. Rather than fleeing to Canada or reporting to the government killing machine, I followed the long legal road of claiming 1-O status: Conscientious Objector.
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I was perfectly willing to do the two years of civilian duty required of draftees who, for reasons of conscience, could not serve in the military, even as a noncombatant. The Selective Service accepted my application to work at the Ammon Hennacy House of Hospitality, a Catholic Worker community ministering to the denizens of Skid Row in Los Angeles.
Besides working in the soup kitchen, my responsibilities included the design and production of the Catholic Agitator, the house organ of the commune. Some of my first published illustrations appeared in this radical publication during my two years before the masthead. I invite you to take a look through this seldom-seen part of my portfolio, which I'm calling the Agitator Diary:		ENTER