Wednesday, January 14, 2009
It was a standing room only crowd (of jurors, that is) in a cramped courtroom for the trial of a young man who was arrested last fall for carrying a firearm of some sort in a place where he wasn't supposed to be carrying one.
Getting out and mixing with the general population for a short while was a nice change of pace, especially when all the prospective jurors whose names were called had to reveal all kinds of personal information about themselves before the judge, the lawyers, and all the other jurors.
They never called my name.
As for the young man, if I was sitting in a court room with a bunch of retired people who would ultimately decide my fate, I'd wear something other than jeans and an old hooded sweatshirt.
Anyway, my civic duty has been completed, I never could get a connection to the internet, and boy, it sure looks like markets aren't taking that retail sales data very well...
[No, that's not the courthouse I went to. That one's not far from here in Placer County - where I went this morning looked like it was made mostly out of cinder blocks.]