Grandpa's off the jury!

One of the perks of being a teacher for thirty odd years is that you get to know a lot of people, and if you know people who are accused of committing crimes they don't let you stand in judgment of them. All in all it worked out well for everyone I suppose - Grandpa gets to leave town this afternoon and some poor bastard doesn't need to worry about getting sent up the river for not reading "Where the Red Fern Grows" when he was in 6th grade.