When my jury summons notice appeared in the mail, all I could do was breathe a sigh of despair. You know how it is: the jury in-take crowds, the lists of instructions to be followed, the canned videos.
At first I assumed the Jury Summons was addressed to me, possibly my husband. I thought. I have so many projects booked up for the next several weeks, jury duty would be such an inconvenience. They probably serve bad coffee, too. And then I looked closer ... it was addressed to my son.
At its core, The Closer has always been about the battle between idealism and pragmatism represented in our daily lives by the tug between career and family, between our expectations and our realities.