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One Day or One Trial (but really only 2 hours)
September 25, 2012
Jim Reeves commentary, Personal civic duty, jury duty, Superior Court, Tulare County 1 Comment
Monday last was my first adventure into the jury selection process since the mid 1980’s. Back then, I made it all the way into the court room and interviews by the attorneys in a Federal case, something dealing with drugs. I was excused by the prosecution, probably due to my age. Ever since, every time I’ve been sent a juror summons, my group was excused on the recorded message the day before the appearance was demanded. This week, my group made it to the courthouse, but didn’t have to be there until 1pm. So I gussied up, showed up, and wondered if I would see the inside of a court room this trip. Well, it appears any jury duty will be a bit like my attempts to get my current job. Inch a bit closer, each try, and eventually, years later, land that puppy.
So I sat. More
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