Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Notes from a courthouse
I left Casa New Jersey about twenty minutes later than I wanted to, but I still made it to the West Palm Beach County Courthouse on time (well, a few minutes past 8:00 am, but I think they said 8:00 am to ensure everybody shows up by the real time of 9:00 am). Traffic was a bit hectic, and the instructions given had jurors parking about two miles south of the actual courthouse at the convention center.
From the convention center it was a short bus ride to the courthouse where all jurors (over 200) checked in and sat around waiting. After an introductory instructional film (which pegged a few hot buttons of mine, but more on that when I have time) I was immediately called as a potential juror, unlike the last time where I got called at the end of the day.
But like last time, I did get called to be an actual juror. After voir dire we got a lunch break and there is wi-fi at the court house—oops, gotta get back to court.
A message to someone
I heard one half of the case today. At 5:30 the judge asked if we jurors wanted to go home, or continue (only he took about ten minutes to explain that). It was fairly unanimous that we continue tomorrow.
I got home in time to head on out to dinner for a special occasion. I just now got home.
I'm tired.
I'm going to bed.
An unholy alliance if there ever was one
I'm going to bed but first, a link (via Flutterby) to a case going before the Surpreme Court that has both the ACLU and the American Center for Law and Justice (aka Pat Robertson) on the same side.
And what can unite these two forces behind the defendant?
Bong Hits 4 Jesus (and in the immortal words of Dave Barry, “I am not making this up”).