jury duty for the new american

mr. o became a citizen of our great nation in 2010. 

since that date the only thing he's been praying and wishing for is...

jury duty.

what?! 

as a born and raised american, 

we're mostly bred to try and avoid this civic duty of ours. 

i'm sick? i'll be too influential in the jury room? i'm biased?

the last time i was called, 

i used the fact that my father was a lawyer to try and get out of it. 

"is anyone in your family in the law?"

"well yes, my father is a lawyer..for the state of CT..and he's important...?"

didn't fly. 

cut to me up in the jury box having been chosen, staring at a supposed criminal, awaiting the next steps. 

thankfully, they couldn't pick the final juror so we were all sent home. 

but why should i be thankful that i didn't have to exercise my right as an american? 

really, we should be thankful for people like mr. o 

who can't wait to get to the jury room. 

lucky for him, his moment has arrived. 

yesterday, that little envelope was in our mailbox and mr. o will be participating in one of america's oldest traditions this april...

(a face of pure joy)

we'll be sure to watch 12 angry men to get him really psyched up...

then find him a good book to bring ;)