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Sent: Friday, June 10, 2011
Subject: Jury Duty
After almost 50 years of periodic summons and being excused because of my job, yesterday I finally got the chance to serve.
The Multnomah County courthouse is located in the middle of downtown Portland and hence is a parking nightmare. Having done some searching before hand, I found a garage for $9.50, thereby eating up the $10 they give you to serve. Usually I could have had Merlin drop me off, but he is in California with his brothers this week.
There must have been 100 of us in the jury pool. We had to be there by 8AM and were given an informational speech by a judge and then shown a video, thanking us for our civic duty. At 10:30, lo and behold they called my name, along with about 15 others, for jury selection. If your name is not called you must remain in the selection room until they decide they no longer need you and let you go. Sometimes that can be until 5PM.
We were taken to a court room where the state attorney, a defendant and his lawyers, and the judge were located. They told us this was a criminal case involving alleged sexual touching. The defendant's lawyer asked us general questions about our occupation, had we ever been in a court room before, etc, and then we recessed for lunch.
Lunch downtown was fun...don't have much of a chance to do that... and the Vietnamese salad rolls were delicious!
After lunch, back in the court room, the state's attorney asked us more general questions such as: did we know the difference between circumstantial evidence and direct evidence and did we trust all policemen to be honest.
The judge, lawyers and defendant went into the judges chambers to pick the 6 jurors they wanted. I was not one of them, so I was out of there by 2PM, having done the only jury service of my lifetime. One can elect not to serve after 70 years old, and since they don't call you for 24 months I have had my experience.
In a way I am glad not to have had the responsibility of deciding between the female (could have been woman or child) and the defendant. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, had tattoos on both arms, a handlebar mustache, and thick glasses. And of course there was no direct evidence. Aargh.......