We find our super hero trio coming from their Dallas stop going
down U.S. 287 South outside Ennis (aka The Joey Lawrence Expressway).
Super Cool Matt was driving the SC 4000, Super Cool Andy holding on &
Super Cool Joe in the sidecar.
"Why does Larry call this part of U.S. 287 The Joey Lawrence
Expressway?" asked SC Andy.
"His lucky road." quipped SC Matt.
"I'm not looking forward to meeting Larry J. Hall in our Houston
stop." groaned SC Joe, "We sent 4 invitations to our #1 fans to attend
our concert @ Compact Central."
SC Matt then went down I-45 South to Houston.
But let's go back 1 month ago @ Houston, Texas. I just got my
mail @ my house. Besides the zonk (or junk) mail, I got a cool
postcard that read;
"You are invited to attend The Super Cool Brothers concert
Saturday August 14th @ Compact Central! As their #1 fan, you'll be
treated to dinner & a concert."
I jumped up & down like a game show contestant! However, the
happiness didn't last when the next piece of mail turned out to be,
"JURY DUTY!"
Yes, it was a summons for jury duty two weeks later.
When I arrived @ jury assembly, I was hoping that they wouldn't
select me. However, I was selected for a panel of 50. So the bailiff,
the 49 others & I were escorted to Judge Procter of Criminal Court.
I was #44 of 50 thinking I had a great chance of going to see the
concert.
The judge entered & we all rose. After the judge explained the
case, he said,
"This will be a case that will last @ least 2 weeks. Of course,
the jurors will be sequestered to a hotel. If there's any plans you
had like vacations, weddings or anything, please raise your hand & tell
me now."
Various jurors had vacations, a wedding, an Astros baseball game &
a Boy Scout camp-out. I raised my hand & told the judge,
"Your honor, believe it or not, I got invited to see The Super
Cool Brothers in concert."
"A kiddie concert? Grow up! Denied!" he said banging his gavel.
45 minutes later, the judge called for 12 jurors in numerical
order. The last juror number he called was #44! I was the last juror!
Let's take a recess (Andy Lawrence pun!).
Our super hero trio were in secret identity clothes as they got to
tour NASA. Andy liked learning about the astronauts & all the
exhibits. Then they drove around on the motorcycle seeing the Houston
Ship Channel over the I-610 (East Loop) bridge, saw the Astrodome &
then cruised around looking @ scenic downtown Houston going down I-45
(The Pierce Elevated). Matt then took exit 47B & went down the Famous
Houston Ave. Underpass. Crew's Ship deja vu!
"Did you have to plug that again?" groaned Joey.
"Soitainly!" I quipped doing my Curly.
Recess is over, back to the fanfic!
Now we pick up the fanfic today, Friday August 13th, we begun
deliberation & the judge insisted that the verdict be unanimous! Juror
#3 was selected as the foreman. There were many disagreements & split
votes, that we were sequestered for another weekend @ the hotel.
The next day @ the hotel, I was looking @ the view of my balcony
seeing screaming fans lining up for the SC Bros. Houston concert.
I sighed, "No SC Joe, No SC Matt, No SC Andy, No concert."
Juror #3 sneaked up & whipped me with his belt as he gruffed,
"You're too old for that concert! Grow up! If people saw your
face, they'll label you a pervert! I'm the hung juror!"
"Yeah!" I cried, "So what if I'm an overgrown bobby-soxer! I'm
the author of the stories! What next, deny my jury duty funds?"
"Not a bad idea, we'll split it 11 ways!" said Juror #3, "You
cried after a whipping, you'll get more!"
I haven't heard that since my junior high school coach threatened
the same thing. Just as he was about to give me the beating of my
life, someone smashed a vase over his head. Juror #3 was out cold.
Who rescued me? It was Juror #8, a grandmother named Eva Cornman. The
bailiff came & I explained everything to him. Juror #3 was taken to
the judge.
Later I was comforted & relaxed in Juror #8's hotel room.
"Thanks for saving me." I said asking, "Why did you do it?"
She got to her purse & showed me the same invitation I got.
"For a 64 year old woman, I'm probably their oldest fan!" she
said, "I like SC Joe in that tight super hero outfit!"
At Compact Central, The SC Bros. treated two of their #1 fans to
dinner, both teenaged girls.
"Too bad Larry & Eva couldn't make it." said SC Matt.
"I'm glad Larry got grounded!" said SC Joe, "He would've driven me
crazy!"
"What about Eva?" asked SC Andy.
The two girls were escorted backstage to see the concert. During
the concert, one of the security guards was on the telephone. He
talked to his brother, the bailiff on his cell phone. When he said
that Larry & Eva missed out, the bailiff couldn't believe it! He
explained they both had jury duty.
The following Monday, I still felt sad. However, the bailiff
entered the jury room telling us,
"Folks, it turns out that the real crook confessed & that the
defendant on trial's only an innocent bystander. You're all free to
go! Larry, Eva, come to the judge's chambers."
We followed the bailiff to the judge's chambers. Judge Procter
asked us to sit down.
"I want to thank both of you for serving on my jury." he said,
"You did your duty as American citizens. However, I misjudged The SC
Bros. My wife had me take my children to see that concert. The super
hero boys really get through kids singing about what they believe in,
drug free, safety, anti-violence & be true to others."
"Too bad it costed us the concert." I said.
"You can still go, in San Antonio!" he said, "I've arranged for
the two of you to see them in concert @ San Antonio!"
"Why thank you!" we said.
"You'll have plane fare & hotel accomidations."
"I fear the plane." I said.
"And I got relatives in San Antonio." she said.
We were both headed to San Antonio. The judge gave me a motel
reservation & Greyhound ticket & Eva got an airline ticket & we both
got tickets to the San Antonio concert! Justice was served both ways!
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