I got a jury summons.
I got questioned.
I told them I was raised by a County Sheriff and have a brother who is a public defender -- and that I think my brother is on the wrong side. (Sorry, bro.)
They didn't seem to care.
I'm juror #5.
The trial started late this afternoon and goes, potentially, through next week.
I can't tell you more than that until the whole thing is over.
And no, I can't knit during the trial. No knitting needles are allowed in the courthouse. Rats!