Where’s the fun in that?
Nothing whatever. Just note that it’s a bit difficult to compose a sane-sounding sentence using “archangels” in combination with any of those other words. Especially sitting in a jury box being interviewed by lawyers.
I have several close friends who are judges, one federal circuit, one state appeals, and one state circuit. We all went out together Nov. 5th for a quite celebratory dinner. For most of their fellow judges mentioning
rightwinghateradio
would just make them chatty as I’m sure it is their channel of choice. And my “liberal” three would just say “Hey, whatever floats your boat, be here tomorrow at nine” 
Councilor, the only contact I’ve had with the
police department was calling 911 when the
radiation detectors went off at Archangel
Gabriel Catholic Church on Nixon St.
Hm. You’re right, no one would ever believe
there’s a Nixon St.
I’m afraid I don’t follow this at all. I used to suffer from plantar fasciitis until I got me some of them archangels.
djm
I’ve never been called, and now if I was I’m sure with Tom knowing all the judges, all the prosecutors, most of the defense attorneys, and the bailiffs, I probably never will serve on a jury.
A couple of years ago I found some mail that had been sort of mislaid on my desk (which is not surprising since I only use my desk to store piles of mail I do not wish to read), and there was a letter from the county that I had been selected for jury duty (which was less congratulatory even than my rejection letters to Right Hand Pointing fiction submitters.)
I was a month past the deadline for response and in the letter were threatening words to the effect, "If you fail to respond you will be tracked down, dragged to the county courthouse, made to sit on a cushionless bench for hours, brought before the judge, and finally sentenced to busting rocks with the cast of Shawshank Redemption.
So I called the bailiff, and left a message on the answering machine confessing that I had indeed failed to do my civic duty but if they would only forgive me this one time, I’d promise to sign up jury duty as often as they needed. I got no return call and I left another message a few days later. Still no response.
I figured that if it was that damn important to them they would have called back, so I completely put it out of mind. But I just know the next time I get stopped for a traffic ticket the cop will have a warrant for my arrest and I’ll be hauled away. I got no proof I called the bailiff and left a message. I’m screwed.
The freaky thing about it, I wasn’t even trying. It just comes out that way now. Its a coping strategy I use in scary situations
or so I speculate. It could be how I actually am these days.
After I was excused I got into the elevator with the other folks who’d been excused (whose immediate family members had been killed in violent situations or were in drug rehabilitation programs themselves)
and my goodness! they all had a good giggle when I asked them if they’d like me to remember their loved ones or personal challenges in my prayers that night.
I didn’t mention it was a Full moon and there’d be a lot of candles lit too.
So when Dale is going on about his “civic duty” you’d ask him about his “howdy doody”?
djm
I get called every year, or so it seems. A few years ago I was on a jury for a DUI and in late October I was called again to Superior Court. I was empanelled in a gang killing. The two defendents were 18 and the killing happened four years ago. It is a very emotionally charged case with older women walking the hallways with tee shirts commemorating the victim (who was also a gang member) but in the end I was dismissed, for several reasons, by the defense. I think they beat the prosecution to the punch, but who knows. As far as I can determine, the case has not yet been resolved and it started the first week in November.
Sandy
You continue to miss the point. If you said, in the interview, that you used to suffer from plantar fasciitis until you got you some of them archangels, you wouldn’t be serving on the jury.
May I continue to miss the point, then. 
djm