There's where Juror 7 sat and up there was Juror 12. He put his feet up a lot. Juror 17 fell asleep a lot. Juror 9 was an angel.
My view for a month.
I finished my final day as foreman on a Grand Jury. It was with mixed emotions. It is like getting stuck on an elevator for a month with 22 other people: you are relieved when doors open but you are going to miss every single one of them, yet you realize there is not enough to hold you together in the outside world. Some came up and told me what a great job I did. Wow. And many hugged me good bye. Juror 2's wife will have a baby soon. My assistant foreman is going to California to get married.
It was fun, it was hard work, I learned a lot about the law, myself and others and I will be forever grateful for the opportunity.
Me with my excellent secretary. (She blurred me out!)