First of all, I didn’t get picked for jury duty. Didn’t even get to the voir dire stage of the selection process. Painful flashbacks of camp socials watching everyone pair off to Color My World.
Next: what people are reading? Mostly the New Haven Register, USA Today, and the NY Post and Daily News. No one reading on a Kindle. The few books I saw:
- Atlas Shrugged/Ayn Rand
- All He Ever Wanted/Anita Shreve
- The Bible
- The Secret Life of Bees/Sue Monk Kidd
- Invisible Prey/John Sandford
Not a single My Booky Wook or Silas Marner in the crowd. C’mon New Haven!
What did capture my imagination, however, was Judicial Marshall Josh. On the day that he was born, the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true. Beyond his broad sloping shoulders, his powerful chest, his badges, his sexy voice and fully loaded belt, Judicial Marshall Josh wears nerdy glasses. Is Judicial Marshall Josh…bookish? I wonder if Judicial Marshall Josh has an astigmatism, like me.
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Betsy Lerner 
They are not looking for people capable of independent thought.
I’ve never been picked. Last time during selection, they asked if I had ever heard about the murder case. I replied, yes, I’d read about it in the paper. I was promptly dismissed. Anyone who’s vaguely aware of current events is apparently too intelligent and informed to serve.
I’m swooning with memories of jury duty in my ’20s in NYC. All criminal trials. I think I got picked because I looked like a softy in those days. Hah! 100% guilty verdicts on them all including a really complicated sting operation — woman undercover cop in grave danger posing as a fashion expert to expose — as I recall it — an Israeli smuggling operation… Man, those jury members! It’s no wonder 20th c. theater/film/ TV can’t get off the topic. Ship of Fools stuff. Hope you have the pleasure some day.