AS I WAS ESCAPING jury duty yesterday, I learned that the white-haired, sharp-tongued jury clerk quoted throughout this blog was, and is, named Walter.
IF YOU MEET HIM, do not cross him.
AND SAY HELLO.
That is all.
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You seem really taken with that guy. Witty, good voice. Is it possible he's missed his calling and is a public radio gem just waiting to be harvested?
There is a hobo on this photo page that you might enjoy:
I have a feeling if you go back to the courthouse to look for him you'll find his office empty and a janitor will be mopping inside. 'Where's Walter?' you'll ask, but he'll just reply 'Walter? There was never a Walter here.' Then, dejected, you'll walk outside into the cool night and look up to the sky where'll you see a star shimmer...perhaps a sign?
Too bad you didn't get picked. What a great jury foreman you would have been.
If I was on trial and saw you sitting in the jury box I'd be kinda freaked out.
Civics, democracy, humor and a little jury romance
By Maria Ma
Several times a week, Walter Schretzman does his best song and dance for a captive audience that would rather be, frankly, anywhere else.
my girlfriend googled me last night and we read your blog and the comments-she was pleased and gave me a nice kiss on the forehead.
I had the pleasure of meeting Walter S yesterday and watching his act. The guy had me rolling. He's hysterical. I'll colunteer for jury duty again before 6 years is up just to catch him again. THANK WALTER! You made jury duty the most entertaining it's ever been for me!
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