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     Jury Duty for Johnathan - Right (2005) 
     
     
     
     
      2006 Story Set 
         
        Date: June 16, 2006, October 2019 edit 
         
                Want to hear something really stupid??? 
                The silly people in Alameda County just sent a JURY SUMMONS to 
                  JOHNATHAN -- my dead son... 
           
                There are no printable words------ 
         
                These are the same incompetents who received so many letters from 
        Stanford and Lucille-Packard hospitals that the doctors were tired of writing 
        them! They constantly tried to get the sole care-giver removed from a critical 
        patient. And when that did not work, they tried to get him! Even off his 
        deathbed! Fools all. 
         
                I "officially" moved to San Diego in November, 2005, several months after 
        he died. I work contract for a high-tech firm (since April 2006) but even on 
        salary, my residence is still San Diego, where my clothing, furniture, one car 
        (soon two if I can find the beetle) and most of my computers are. I live out of 
        suitcases up here in a house I am trying to sell. After that I will rent. As long as 
        that is required. My heart and the urn holding Johnathan's ashes remain at home 
        in San Diego, Scripps Ranch. 
         
                I dutifully filed a change of address with the AAA (auto club) auto counter 
        and carry an address card for my driver's license. 
         
                However, when I did get DMV renewals, I saw that they have NOT 
        processed the address change. 
         
                I have, after changing everything to San Diego, had to have mail sent back 
        up here.[Fremont] I was getting too much a week (junk) and it overflowed the mailbox.  
        I also stopped driving back and forth weekly. I am thinking of  flying back 
        and forth. With pets. Maybe not.  
         
                So my mail temporarily comes back to Fremont. Only until the house sells. 
                Gave them false hope I guess. 
         
                They promptly summoned me for jury duty for June 5th. 
         
                I grabbed my utility bill for San Diego and waited. Turns out, I was excused 
        without being called. 
                So I can file my change of address (again), register to vote in San Diego and 
        get rid of the Alameda pests. I have sworn that I will never serve on a jury in a county 
        that was so callus as to summon my dying child. 
         
                (Yes, between the two different leukemias, when he was stable and I was 
        unemployed, I actually showed up one day for jury duty, we were sent home, 
        and lo and behold, I got summoned 6 months later. I took great joy telling them 
        that I had 18 months free and to go do something unpleasant with their 
        summons. Well, I was more polite than that. Just. Barely.) 
         
                I came home Thursday, June 15th, just two weeks after my summons, tired 
        (must be the heat), and found another jury notice. I fumed. Idiots! I have 12 
        months! Free of you! At least! I didn't check the mail in detail because the 
        mailman had stuffed a QVC delivery into the small mailbox and it took me 
        three minutes to wrestle it out. 
         
                When I got inside, there it was. Not my name. Johnathan's name, clear as glass. 
         
                I was furious. It's bad enough they tried to recruit him for the Army (after his 
        death). It's bad enough that I get flyers from Big & Tall (where I took him 
        shopping, and he told the clerk he was my Barbie doll). It's bad enough he died 
          February 25, 2005. 
           
                So I contacted members of my family. By e-mail. Vent! 
         
                One of my sisters answered: 
                ---Tell them that he needs a wheelchair-accessible court to serve in as he was 
          cremated and they would need to give him special accommodations. 
                ---Write something up so ghoulish that they will cringe with regret and sorrow 
          and go get sick over lunch. 
                 Be creative 
               It helps stop tears. 
         
                What a great idea!  
                
        So I started collecting my thoughts. 
          
                    When shall I bring him up from San Diego? He's sitting on the piano in
           
                  the living room down there. 
                    Do you have a proper display area for the urn? 
                    What time shall I drop him off? 
                    How will the urn get through the metal detector? 
                    What time shall I pick him up? 
                   Can he be jury foreman? 
                   He'll have to be polished and dust free at all times - no fingerprints. I'll 
                  provide a polishing cloth. 
                   Do you have proper handicap facilities for a dead man? 
           
                  Holy moly - this could be hilarious. 
                The kind of thing John would have laughed himself sick over. 
               My family contributed a few more. (We are a macabre group) 
               He never has to take potty breaks as he already is a pot. 
                 He does not require Perrier water at breaks as water would just muddy up 
                his thought process. 
                 He won't need a parking space or lunch breaks. 
                 However, he may seem non-reactive to testimony - - - 
                 And tell them that he "urned" the right to be the jury foreman! 
              Johnathan is LAUGHING!!!!!! I swear I can hear him!!!! 
                (Remember all the fire jokes I got when I set my kitchen on fire?) 
                Giggle giggle giggle. 
                Oh yes --- 
         
                 We can provide an affidavit that he is not carrying a concealed weapon of 
                any kind. 
                 A concealed weapons search is forbidden. 
                 By law - the urn cannot be opened. 
                 The urn contents are not explosive. 
         
                I, however, probably am. 
        
     
       
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