Superfriends Got Nothing on Da Bronx!

Wow. The Hall of Justice is a new building, composed mostly of glass. A large atrium greets visitors as they wait in line for the security scanners.

The Jury Assembly room, located on the First Floor, is a cathedral to Justice. Skylights offer some natural lighting, and large padded seating, backed by a veneered wood (fancy plywood), give the room a graceful yet serious ambience. Almost no noise is heard as we wait for the clerks to make their appearance on the dias.

While I waited in line, I saw a juror wearing her card like a convention attendee. The date on her card? December 21, 2009. I wonder what the longest juried case is on record, and what percentage of jurors are not selected?

More later.

This Looks Like A Job For...

Today, I am on my way to the Hall of Justice. No, not the one in Metropolis with Superman and Wonder Dog. The one in the Bronx. As a registered voter, I have once again been summoned to serve. I have no opinion against jury duty. It is only required once every four years in the Bronx, and, like taxes, is a requirement necessary to keep a democracy functioning.

I do not know what type of case I might be called for, if I am found suitable. I probably will not blog about it, lest someone misplace their anger and frustration.

Last time, I read Tom Wolfe's "Streamline Baby" collection of essays while I waited. This time, Terry Pratchett's Unseen Academicals. I'm sure he's written one or two Discworld novels about the Justice System, but this is his latest.

See you soon...