I have jury duty today and it's just a bucket of laughs.  Interesting thing, though, is that the Winston-Salem Journal's local columnist Scott Sexton is in the same jury pool with me.  There are two cases today and a bunch of us got called into the courtroom for a drug trafficking case.  Luckily my name wasn't one of the 18-ish that were called to fill the 12 spots on the jury.  Sexton's was, though, and it offered a little comic relief when the assistant DA asked everyone questions like, "Do you know anyone in law enforcement?" or "Do you know anyone in the District Attorney's office."  FYI, the DA accepted Sexton but the defense attorney dismissed him.  What a surprise, huh?

Now I'm back in the jury waiting room.  We won't be excused until either the second case has it's jury selected or 5:00, whichever comes first.  At least they have free wi-fi here.

While walking back from lunch I ran into an older gentleman who was looking for the early voting location.  It's a couple of blocks from the courthouse, but I couldn't really help him because I still don't know downtown Winston-Salem like a native.  We ended up asking a street vendor and he pointed the gentleman in the right direction, but during our stroll the gentleman and I figured out that we both spent the majority of our lives in the metropolitan DC area. He'd mentioned that even though he'd grown up in Winston everything had changed during the 50+ years he'd lived in DC. We compared notes about our neighborhoods (he lived in NW DC, and I lived in Northern Virginia) and agreed that it had changed for the worse. 

I thought it was kind of cool that two people with a common background (if you negate the 30 years difference in age) met each other in the course of fulfilling their various civic duties.  It really made my day.