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42 years as a registered voter and I don't think I have ever ducked jury duty. Maybe 20 years passed between my last two notices. In light of my travel schedule, I could have bowed out this past Monday. I went out of my way to report to duty. We who drove ourselves must park in designated parking areas and prominently display a perforated potion of the notice on our dashboard. 300+ people reported. We must navigate a metal detector, take an escalator to the 2nd floor, then line up in a single queue. As we enter the large room, several clerks behind a counter greet us. We hand in our filled form and take a jury sticker to place on our clothing. It took roughly 30 minutes to process the line of jurors, then another hour plus to hear instructions and watch a video. A nice old man spent 20 minutes seeking to recruit volunteers to the Guardian Ad Litem program. Thereafter, the same clerk who gave instructions dismissed about 40 of us for an early two hour lunch. I left for lunch with that first group. The clerk broke the others into groups of about 40 jurors each. A bailiff directed each group of 40 jurors to the elevators, then outside a designated courtroom. My group's bailiff called out names to line us up in a presorted order. Something caused a 30 minute delay before we went in the courtroom. The Circuit Court judge greeted us and introduced her staff, the assistant state attorney, the defendant's attorney and the defendant... a 20 year old light skinned 6'3" black kid with shoulder length dreads.. We heard the charge - unarmed burglary in an occupied dwelling. We heard the objective: to sit an unbiased panel of six jurors plus one alternate for a trial to begin the next morning, expected to last one day. The assistant state attorney went first with questions. The voir dire process began in earnest. By the time the defense attorney asked her questions, less than half the original 40 remained in contention. I had hopes of making it onto the jury panel. The judge thanked us for our service and announced she had one final question: The defendant had co-counsel coming in the next day to assist. Did any of us know this attorney? One hand goes up... mine. I know Joe. He's a friend. We've played in the same basketball league. Different day ... same story... "Bye Trippy. Thanks for coming! We did not choose you."