Hmmm. The first time I got the letter it was forwarded to my new home ~100 miles away despite the instructions not to forward...

I don't recall how many times I've had to call in three times a day and eventually not be called in.

Let's see. There was one day I WAS called in, sworn in with about a hundred others, but we were all released after a side discussion between the judge and attorneys.

On my most recent occasion, I was part of a group that went in 3 days in a row. Ultimately a full jury and enough alternates were seated before I was questioned. Although I'd like to serve on a jury in general, I'm relieved not to be part of that one. The defendent bore a striking resemblance to my former brother-in-law which was unnerving enough, and apparently the crime had a lot in common with one I had survived in my teens. Merely the questioning of the other jury members led me to nightmares in the nights after hearing them. (One more oddity from the session: Several of you know I'm a bit extreme in my crochetting habit. The judge chewed me out for crochetting in the audience, which astonished me at the time. I thought it didn't matter until I was being questioned myself. *gleeps!*)