Thursday, July 6, 1995

40th Class Reunion Letter (1995)

Wilston Hickey
c/o Los Angeles County Jury Board
P.O. Box 5591
Los Angeles, California 91773
06 July 1995


Dear Class of '55 Classmates,

Sometimes I think that the biggest mistake I ever made (other than telling
Coach Spaulding where to stick a baseball bat) was getting on the O.J. Jury. We
have been sequestered (fancy lawyer-talk for jailed) for months now, and the
damn trial is due to go on for weeks more. At first, I thought that it would be a
great adventure to be on the jury for the trial of the century, but it really isn’t
much fun, particularly in the middle of the summer when you are Juror No. 3,
and Juror No. 2 hasn’t seen the Arrid XXX Dry commercial, and Juror No. 4 has
gas. I am sick of Marsha Clark and her Dullsville hairdos, and equally sick of that
uppity Johnie Cochran. Who cares if O.J. can get a glove on, or whether some
dog was barking at 10:00 pm. or 20 minutes later? We all know that he whacked
Nicole and Ron, but we long ago decided to be a “hung jury”. That way no one
will be really pissed at us, and we will all have a chance to make a few bucks
selling our stories to TV and the tabloids. Also, I like to be thought of as hung.
One of our guards told me that the scouts for the Letterman show have been
hanging around. But it really does drive me wacky listening to the same crap
over and over again, and then being fed bland food and having our telephones
monitored and our TV censored. I swear, the only thing that keeps me on the
jury are the winks and come-hither smiles from Judge Ito!

So much about my current life. My friend, Clive, and I parted a couple of
years ago. Clive thought he wanted a career change and went to school to learn
to be an electrician, but he didn’t do well because he couldn’t figure out the
difference between AC and DC. I am thinking of getting back with Peggy Marge,
who was a lovely but deceitful woman. She manages a Hooters in the south. [I
think there is some poetry there].

That reminds me, I ran into Sue Donkin a while back when I was still
living in San Francisco. Her name is now Sue St. John. Her telephone number is
408 899-9906. She said that she lost track of everyone and would love to hear
from her classmates.

Well, I’m really sorry that I had to miss another reunion, but I’m sure we’ll
meet again.

Best Wishes,


Wilston Hickey