I had not been summoned to jury duty since I was 19 years
old. The system finally caught up to
me. I had to call the night before and
was hoping they would just say – thank you for your service. However, that was not the case – I was to
show up at 8:30am to the
courthouse. I came early to find parking
and get through the security process. I
walked down the long hallway to the jury assembly room where I was greeted with
a lady who said to scan my summons and fill out a questionnaire. Once I completed it, I sat down with the
other 150 people whose fateful turn for jury duty happened to be the same day.
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Friday, September 16, 2016
Friday, September 2, 2016
Tomato and Pesto Bruschetta | Friday Night Bites
A morning at the farmer’s market can be an inspiring
event. As I stroll through the isles of
produce and artesian items, I am intrigued by where the produce came from and
the story behind it. Whether it is the handmade artesian cheese, hand extracted honey or pickled
vegetables - the story is fascinating. When hubby and I walk to the farmer’s market on a Saturday morning,
we get our exercise in along with an assortment of market delights. Typically hubby goes to the coffee vendor and
I rush to the bakery to get the last few cheese puffs. Hubby gets me a hibiscus tea to carry with me
through our journey. A bit of ritual and tradition is nice thing to have in your life.