Selling My Books on the Streets of Brooklyn 7/29 - Selected

Any hope that I'd be quickly dismissed from jury duty has been dashed. I put in a long day in downtown Brooklyn, leaving the house at seven-thirty, returning five-thirty, rush hour each way. I'd forgotten the psychological adjustment required for commuting by subway. I took the local going to avoid the sardine-like packing. When I got off at DeKalb Avenue to transfer, there was a delay-- how annoying! On the ride home, the compartment's air-conditioner was leaking -- but at least it was working. Self employment has clearly spoiled me. Six groups were summoned to courtrooms. I was in the last, #19, my number during three straight Wall Street softball championships. There were 75 in our pool, a federal case. Each was vetted for the 14 spots. It took about two hours. Any prospective juror who was questioned was summoned to the front, surrounded by lawyers and the judge while white noise blocked out the conversation. I'm embarrassed by my ignorance of the term, which I'd first heard as the title of a song by the rock band Live. At least I learned something. As for the lucky 14, we are as wide a cross section as one would expect of New Yorkers. One female is reading the same novel I am, which I'll blog about when I'm done. One guy shares the Armenian last name of one of my college classmates. Although it is fairly common, shared by a major college football coach, I hope to ask if he has any relatives in the Detroit suburbs. I'm not allowed to talk about the case, so I'll just say this: the judge's voice is Darth Vader-like.

I've been a fan of beautiful actress Diane Lane for a long time, although almost all of the 54 titles listed under her name at IMDb are mediocre or less. My favorite is her performance as prostitute Lorena Wood in Lonesome Dove (1989). I probably won't watch Man of Steel (2013), as I associate the role of Ma Kent with a much older woman, the same reason I did not watch the Smallville TV series, which had Annette O'Toole in the part. Now comes word that Lane has been cast as Hillary Clinton, whom I consider an ogre. Although I'd guess and don't care that she is a liberal -- some of my relatives and best friends are -- this has come as quite a blow, and I definitely will not view it even if the critics fawn.
Here's a pic of the lovely Lane. I'd never post one of Clinton, as the sight of her makes me ill. It will be a tough eight years when she ascends, despite a resume empty of substance, to the presidency.

 The make-up people will have quite a job making her look like Hillary.

As for the floating book shop, it managed two sales today, as my youngest niece's sister in law works downtown and was kind enough to purchase both Killing and Exchanges. I'd send her an email alert a week ago. I know -- I'm no good. Thanks, Marie.
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