Tuesday, October 28, 2008
You were previously notified to report for jury service on October 28, 2008, at 9:00 A.M., however, that case has been been settled. Your new report date is November 18, 2008, at 9:00 A.M.
Please note the new date on your Summons for Jury and retain the same for information regarding your service.
Now I don’t mind Jury Duty, even though it is just that – a duty I owe the country, and myself, I suppose. Still there is somewhat in this that burns my butt.
Yep. There is.
I live in a pretty sparsely populated county. When you get jury duty you usually try to avoid all mention of what it is being disputed. You might mention you have jury duty and folks shut up, other than to comment on the pain that jury duty yields. I don’t find it a pain so much, as I find it infuriating.
As a Jurer, I would get to see what all these people were squabbling about; or what all these drunken perps were up too, and with whom, doing to whom; and my inner beast would be satisfied because I’d Know. And I could sit at the coffee shop with that Knowing and look superior, saying: Hey, I was on that jury but I can’t talk about it because of that. Know too much don’t you see.
Then I get that letter I shared with you, and of what use is that? Now I don’t know Who, or What, much less Why and what’d I miss here? So I have to get out and find out, and I know that the answers I get are going to be: “Oh, that! They settled out of court.” And I’ll never really Know.
Well, anyway, November will be here soon.
A few months back, I told you all that an old Lady, living out southwest had complained about a neighbor man. Said he’d was abusing his animals and that she was afraid of the tigers and what not he was keeping out there.
I’m sure I told you about the law going out there and arresting the fellow and taking all the animals away, and them finding all those dead goats leading up to the back door, and the other deaders around the grounds.
I’m also sure I told you about the Vet having the Llamas and sheep in his pens waiting for auction and a good home.
I’m not sure I told you about the fact that the old boy, he is fifty-one years old, pled sick and his trial was postponed. Housekeepers hubby was selected for jury duty for that trial, they living in that county, you see.
Anyway, they postponed that trial and while we were waiting for the old boy to get well, the Law arrested him again.
Yeah. This time they arrested him for selling cattle at the auction down near the Oklahoma border. The cattle weren’t his. Nope. Came from a ranch up here, northwest. One of those ranches mentioned by that author that wrote “Blue Highways.” The guy wrote other books, one having Prairie in its title. I had it around here one time, but have forgotten the names.
Well, November is coming, I suppose, and who knows, maybe they’ll settled the next one out of court and I’ll just go into the New Year scrambling around for Knowing what’s going on in my county.
From the reaches,