Hey ya.

I'm back.  Whooie.  Yep, done with jury duty.

Lake MichiganWow.  I had no idea what a rattling event it would be.

Firstly, your attendance is unquestioningly mandatory.  They even give you a lil' note for teacher, er, employer.

But after that, you're (or I was) crammed in a rush hour tin can CTA train tighter than a sardine downtown and back, stuck in an uncomfortable chair in a refrigerated windowless room containing testy people, involuntarily compelled to listen acutely for eight hours, told when you can go tinkle, told when you can eat, told who you cannot talk to.....All for seventeen dollars and twenty cents a day.  Plus free lunch.

The Richard J. Daley Center.  Designed by Jacques Brownson, built of Cor-ten steel, and completed in 1965.And you cannot do anything else.
Mm, hmph.

Then, in the end, you're tasked with deciding peoples' fate, the course their lives take next that will affect them and others for the rest of their lives, which to me is unsettling.

Making it worse, I was the only solid hold-out, in the end forced to change my vote as one hundred percent agreement is enforced.

In my perspective, the others missed many a finer point, many a larger point too really, a notation here, a comment there; enough for me to "more probably than not" make my decision.

Terrazzo, fluorescent light reflections, and me' shoes.But so it was.  I came home and cried that last day.  I did.  Likely be...