Today was my final day of grand jury. After nearly three months, I've learned many things that I cannot share with you because they're secret. These are some hypothetical lessons.
If you break into a house when there is fresh snow on the ground and the police can follow your footprints, then it's a good idea not to go through the duffle bag of stolen goods at the end of the trail.
I will also suggest not posting a picture of yourself with stolen goods on Facebook or with your arm around the person who you swore to the police you didn't know.
Hopefully those lessons will see you through most major life decisions.
There's actually lots of heavy heart stuff involved that wore me out.
-Everyone is someone's kid. There are times it's obvious when parenting traumatizes a child and impedes their ability to make good choices as they grow up, but lots of parents do the best they can and kids don't turn out the way they imagine.
-Addictions are equal opportunity devourers. Often those with more resources can hide or shield their loved one a little better, but families across the demographics are devastated by all kinds of enslavements. That might be a more helpful word because it is like the substance enslaves the brain and holds it hostage.
-We live in a pretty amazing country. It was hard to find the extra hours every week, but the judicial system at its best honors the integrity of all involved. I've seen it at its worst in this country also, but I found the process in Juneau to be civilizing.
-Throwing strangers into a room together to find consensus is a fascinating social experiment. We were a mix of the population of Juneau locked in a room together to figure out if there was enough evidence to indict. I wonder how church councils would do if we employed this strategy.
There.
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| The chickens did whine about the snow |
But I'm not whining.
About shoveling.
Two feet of snow.
And the berm.
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