In Spring of 2013, I was called to serve jury duty for the fourth time. Until then, I’d done an admirable job of eluding the New York County Courthouse, having mastered the Art of The Excuse with such gems as: “My employer simply can’t function without me,” and “I’m relocating to Oregon.” A personal favorite was “I’ve got piles.” Note that I personally knew at least five New York natives who’d never received that red and…
