Selling My Books on the Streets of Brooklyn 7/30 - Hope

On day two of my jury duty obligation I left my cell phone home and did not wear a belt in order to expedite the check-in process. I was worried about several issues concerning my ability to serve properly: my hearing, which does not matter because the judge, lawyers and witnesses are miked; my eyesight, which also doesn't matter, as there are computer monitors everywhere in the court room, including attached to the wall of the jury box; the possibility of nodding off, which is almost impossible given that the air-conditioning is turned up high; and, lastly, a mad attack of gas that is so common at this stage of my life, which, fortunately, did not happen. My stomach did make a noise at one point and the nice lady to my left and I looked at each other and tittered. My lunch time is two and a half hours later than usual, so there is a lot of rumbling going on inside of me. The woman has the most wonderful voice, so pleasant to the ear. While we were waiting to return to the trial after lunch, she recounted an attack she suffered at the hands of a crazy woman who accused her of a past wrong. The nut eventually violated an order of protection and served three months in jail. The woman is still looking over her shoulder when in the area where the incident occurred. All the other 13 jurors seem like decent folk. There is not one giuche in the bunch. It looks like the matter will be wrapped up tomorrow. We're due in at ten and will be offered lunch. I'm thinking shrimp parm hero. I haven't had one in ages. Although the judge did not elaborate on the sudden turn of events, I sense the defense is throwing in the towel. Mr. Sarkisian said he indeed has a second cousin named George in the Detroit area. I didn't recall a surefire verification point until much later. George had open heart surgery when it was new, back in the 60's, and had a huge scar on his chest. I'll ask if the opportunity presents itself.

It's really nice when an event provides mankind with hope. Brazil seems to be an ultra liberal country, so I was taken completely by surprise when three million people packed a beach in Rio to hear the Pope speak. How encouraging that so many are still looking for something to believe in. If you haven't seen the photo, here it is:

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