--Lord Byron

So, Thursday morning, I went back to the central jury room, to see if I'd be assigned to another case, or if I'd be let off the hook entirely, or what.

Having noted over the past few days that some of my fellow jurors were dressed rather more casually than was technically allowed, without getting into any trouble, I decided to ditch the formal clothes and just wear a dark blue T-shirt and sneakers. Especially as it was still really hot, and it was a fast day on the Jewish calendar, so I couldn't drink anything. (Nor eat, but on a hot day, that's not a problem.) As a concession to the dignity of the court, I tucked the shirt in.

It didn't really matter, as I was dismissed first thing, getting a badly photocopied "get out of serving on a jury free for the next four years" certificate. And so I scurried off to the Camper's Paradise (getting a ride there with my mother, who was dropping my brother off in the area anyway), where the second day of camp was in progress.

To make a long story short, I went there, hung around for a few hours, getting news and ideas and generally soaking in the atmosphere, and then walked back to the family home, where I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening writing the first issue of the paper. I got it approved, went to the printers, dropped it off, got back to the family home after nightfall, ate something, and went back to my apartment. Where I found a check for my Israel Bond waiting for me, although I was almost too tired to care at the time.

An aside: Unlike with a U.S. bond, once you hit the maturity date on an Israel Bond, they don't give you any more interest. I hadn't known that. This one matured in 1989. Oh, well.

I had something to say about the Yahoo!/Geocities terms of service here, but I am trying to catch up, so I'm just going to forget it. Especially as the boycott is over by the time I type this anyway.