I was assigned to the City of Staunton spring jury pool and called for duty yesterday. More specifically, I received a telephone call from the sheriff’s office, which scared the living daylights out of me. Not a call anyone wants to receive out of the blue!
I was not selected for the jury this time around (I was no. 27 out of 27, so the odds were not in my favor from the start). However, I could be called again before this session ends in mid-April. I’m not terribly concerned about a repeat performance, as jury trials don’t happen very often in Staunton.
I do not dislike jury duty. In fact, I rather enjoyed my experience in Fulton County/Atlanta. I was just concerned about the loss of pay. By the time I got to court yesterday, I had come to terms with it. Then lo and behold, we were released at 10:30 and I had an entire day to myself. It’s the closest thing I’ve had to a true vacation day in years!
Being that I work in Harrisonburg, I don’t get to spend a lot of time in Staunton during the week. So, this was the perfect time to play tourist. I stopped by the library before driving back to the main drag – Beverley Street – and commenced the three block walk from one end of downtown to the other. I then treated myself to lunch and headed home for an afternoon of yard maintenance.
And, of course, I had to take some pictures along the way. The places pictured below are only a handful of businesses on Beverley, but they are ones that I have frequented and enjoyed in the past. Without further ado, a few snippets of my adopted hometown.
How could you torture us with the picture of the grilled pimento cheese sandwich? I can still taste the only one I ever ate there. Delicious!!
I guess it’s just my cruel streak!
My intention was to get something a bit healthier, but I could not resist. Of course, I’m paying for it today….
Oh, man, I really want a grilled pimiento sandwich. And a slice of their chocolate meringue pie. And that photo of the city courthouse is giving me flashbacks.
Oops! Sorry about that. Hope it doesn’t send you back to therapy.
If the Sheriff calls again, and, well, it doesn’t work out so well for you, can I have your CD collection?
The CDs all went to charity. Could I interest you in 3 cats and a garden gnome?