The defense attorney unexpectedly looked me straight in the eye.
“Juror Number Eight, are you a good judge of character?”
How would you have answered?
I was sitting in the jury box in a courtroom high up in the gleaming new Community Justice Campus in Indianapolis. It was not a place where I would have chosen to be, except that I had received the yellow Summons for Jury Service postcard a few weeks earlier, ordering me to appear as a prospective juror.