I'm on my way to jury duty on the 1 train, just about to hop off at Chambers, when I get a text from a very good friend.  Turns out his mom found his old Beatles shirt from when he was a toddler, and he sent me a picture of his second son, one year old, wearing it now.

My favorite part of this story is that I am wearing my Beatles shirt while reading his text and seeing the photo.  I am wearing the shirt because I hope it will convince them that I'm not jury material at this exact moment in my life.  Well, I'll have to wear it tomorrow, because they only got to the alternate jurors right before the end of the day, and I'm the next one getting called for an interview.  At least I get to sleep later.

All you need is a reasonable excuse.  And love.  Love is helpful.  You see, love has connected me to many people whose experiences will hopefully lead the attorneys to believe that I should be somewhere other than on a jury.