

When I was 11 or 12 years old, Dad got called for jury duty in Waukesha County, WI. I am not even sure what time of year it was, but I knew I was out of school. I begged to go, and Dad let me on one condition. If I went, I had to take notes about what was going on. I sat for at least one whole day of the trial in the back of the courtroom and took notes. It was a drunk driving case on Moorland Road, I believe, not far off of Capitol Dr.
On Monday, I will answer my first call for jury duty. I am probably the only person on the list that is actually excited. First of all, work will not be able to reach me at all (lest I be held in contempt of court, and it's not worth it). Second, I am hoping to pick up some material for my second book. Court is a great place to watch people and pick up on human interactions.
If chosen, I will sit on a jury in superior criminal court. Three murder cases are on the docket and a wonderful smorgasbord of assault with a deadly weapon with intent to inflict serious injury, public assistance fraud, and felony breaking and entering. If I am not chosen, at least my calendar is clear for the week and I can take a couple of days off.
Don't worry Dad, I will be taking copious notes. :)