Well, folks, I didn't get picked for the jury. It's actually worse than that: I was given the boot by a defense attorney who all but accused me of being inherently biased against her client. I can't say any more than that ... other than to note that some good did come out of the experience. I met some nice, new "friends" -- potential co-jurors -- who joined me for lunch at the only decent restaurant near the courthouse, a quaint, hole-in-the-wall that specializes in Soul Food. Nearly everything on the menu was "smothered" (chicken, pork chops or meatloaf). But what really caught my eye was a sign near the cash register that read "Smile You're on Camera." I guess two can play at that game. When the friendly hostess -- a woman so cheerful she practically smothered us in kindness -- made the rounds, I whipped out my Spycam and said, "Right back at ya ...!"