OK, so I blew it today, which is a negative way of saying I gave into an urge. At the market today shopping for groceries I tossed an 11-ounce bag of the new peanut butter-filled Hershey’s kisses into the cart and when I got home and had a healthy lunch of soup and sardines, I …
I ended up spending so much time today posting one helluva rambler over at Blogging.la in the wake of the January 31 murder down the street — the fifth shooting death in the neighborhood in some 16 months — that I don’t have any steam left to craft any crap here. And rather than crosspost …
Well at least I got a weekly bus pass out of it. But certainly no trial, which is what I wanted. I boarded the No. 201 bus, which dropped me three blocks away from my destination at the Civil Central West Courthouse at Sixth and Commonwealth where I arrived 30 minutes ahead of my appointed …
I was listening to the post State of the Union commentary on CBS hoping to get the distaste of Duhbya’s speech out of my head, but instead tuned it out after one of the talking heads issued a different take on a key moment during the proceedings. For me, the highlight of the hour-long remarks …
So I hopped the No. 4 MTA bus at 7 a.m. and got down to the Stanley Mosk Courthouse for my jury duty with plenty of time to spare. Once the paperwork was completed and my juror badge was clipped to the collar of my jacket, it was all about filling the void of time …
Yes ladies and gentlemen, I’m off to jump into the jury pool — and actually wanting to! That’s right, I may very well be the only person there who doesn’t want to be anyplace else and actually wishes to get on a jury. I’ll personally be affronted — not relieved — if I am excused …
I feel like the nerd wanting desperately to be picked for a dodgeball team… except in this case it’s jury duty. Today should have been my first day to report to the Stanley Mosk courthouse on Hill Street downtown. I got my notification around Christmas and went through the motions to register. Given my present …