I have become a suburbanite. For a while I was just a former Hoosier dwelling in an outlying area of Atlanta. It was all luck of the draw and Dairy Queen dreams… now it’s become who I am. How did this happen to me? Continue reading
Category Archives: No-Take-Backs
I’ve held my tongue for years. I’ve smiled, I’ve laughed, I may have even added an anecdote from time to time, but no matter my reaction know this – it was nothing more than me being polite. Internally I’ve always rolled my eyes while counting down from ten so I wouldn’t say or do anything that could be construed as impolite. I know ultimately I can thank my parents for this predicament, but they couldn’t possibly have seen it coming, right? … Right? Continue reading
Now we’re at the really cool part, the part that makes us Americans, because we are a democratic society that values freedom and fair and just above all else. And before you go cynically thinking “fair and just above all else my ass”, sure maybe it is a rose-tinted view looking around at the vitriol being spewed and the violence being enacted domestically right now, but no system is perfect and I have to believe that the freedoms our practices provide is worth an imperfect system (because it’s still ultimately a better system). Continue reading
The jury box was awesome. The seats were like extra cushiony Captain Kirk chairs, and just like his, they swiveled, too. Not like Law & Order at all. We were allowed to sit wherever, there was no assignment, and then the judge had us take an oath. We were sent to the jury room through a side door shortly after, which was located off the long corridor behind the courtroom.
Once we entered what seemed like a tiny room for twelve individuals, we each took a seat along the wall or at the table and began to size one another up, as you do. Nobody said much as we waited for directions. The bailiff eventually entered in and gave us our juror credentials that were meant to be worn at all times so attorneys and clients would be sure not to engage with us outside of the courtroom. We all thought we’d be dismissed for the day so the trial could begin on Tuesday, but not ten minutes later they had us back in the jury box listening to opening statements. It was awesome. Continue reading
As I stated previously, Law & Order it was not. 12 Angry Men it wasn’t either. More like nine women and three men with quite jovial dispositions, but I’m getting ahead of myself here.
Jury Selection …
The jury pool has its own designated parking area. This was exciting. The Cobb County Court System was so appreciative of our service that it deemed we deserved our very own parking locale. All we needed to do was wave our little summons at the attendant when pulling into the car park and then he would direct us to where our special little spot would be. It was on the 5th floor of the parking deck as a matter of fact. One might call it the Penthouse of that particular parking garage with spectacular city views … others might just refer to it as uncovered parking in the nosebleed section wherein our cars can cook in the 100 degree heat.
Upon entering the courthouse and going through security, we were required to check in on the top floor. They scanned our summons and we were directed to the Jury Waiting room for orientation. Continue reading
Most people that know me know that Law & Order is my jam. Not SVU, or Criminal what have you, or any other iteration or spinoff Dick Wolf dreamt up for the purposes of expanding the brand above and beyond any creator’s wildest machinations. I’m talking about the original. The one he purposed to outlive Gunsmoke’s legacy in the annals of television history. This is a show I can watch repeatedly, love richly, and apparently one I can understand in any language. Continue reading
I took the book back.
Like you didn’t see that coming.
Here it is – through the course of renewing this book repeatedly, and beyond that of which is apparently allowed (see previous post), I have discovered so much about myself.
I have the attention span of a toddler, the shallow investment of an angsty teen, the procrastination of a college kid, and the evasion tack of one unnamed actor/ former NFL player being cross-examined on the stand.
Did I know these things before now? Maybe … but with this experiment of reading a book thoroughly through, I think it’s been made much clearer to me; I would even venture to say undeniably so. Continue reading
I woke up to my Twitter timeline blowing up over Brexit. If you don’t know what Brexit is, I’m sorry you don’t follow major world events that could ultimately affect your future or your children’s futures in some way, shape, form or other. There’s nothing I can really do for you if this is the case. I suppose a well-wish of Godspeed back to your bubble is about all I can offer you. Perhaps the next time you choose to emerge from beneath your Unaware Rock, something more to your liking or level of understanding will be taking place such as who won The Voice or which Bachelorette got the boot. If you are this person, this post is exactly for you, but because it will likely make you think about things beyond what’s right in front of your face, you may not want to read it. Continue reading
So yes, I’ve been reduced to coercing a rather straight laced librarian into breaking the rules. Maybe not break so much as bend them a bit. Have you ever seen a librarian that bends the rules? It went something like this: Continue reading