I was selected for a jury last Monday and reported this morning. All started off well. We were brought into the courtroom and the lawyers were off. Witnesses, evidence, video, etc all came our way. After a number of hours we were marched off to lunch at Picadilly restaurant and then brought back to the courthouse again. The lawyers made there final statements and we were taken back to the jury room to wait to be given the judges instructions. Instead the judge soon joined us in the room and let us know that a mistrial had been called for. That was quite a disappointment when we had spent so much time there as it was. However the judge was extremely cordial and we briefly discussed the case in which it seems we would have been a bit of a battle for us to have come to a unanimous decision.

Because the case has been rescheduled and will start all over again it seems best to me to leave out details of the case – just incase – someone reads this who by some wild chance ends up on the next jury. I realize that might seem really strange to those scattered across the country and the world.

 Sometime I might write about it because it had amazing similarities to incidents that I have experienced in my life.

The sketch if of the guard who greeted us when we first arrived. He’s behind a desk reading his bible.