I received a jury summons in the mail last week. Whenever this happens, I stare at it for a few days or weeks, and then try to dream up an exotic excuse why I cannot possibly serve. I'm not trying to get out of my civic duty; I paid my civic debt years ago on a death penalty jury--and I was a casualty of jury tampering.
In 1991, I was assigned as a juror to the death penalty trial of serial killer Morris Solomon Jr. Known as the Sacramento "Handyman Killer" in the late 1980s, Solomon killed half a dozen prostitutes and young women in the Oak Park neighborhood between 1986 and 1987. Realizing I would be stuck for many months on this jury, I decided to take copious notes during the trial each day. Within six weeks, I had already filled 4 notepads, front and back. I didn't realize my note taking bothered someone in the courtroom.