It keeps going and going...

The jury's still out.

This morning an alternate juror replaced one of the twelve who went home sick yesterday and didn't come back. Factoring the size of the jury lounge and the rate of incubation, we'll be lucky to get a quorum tomorrow.

With the alternate seated, the jury required another listen to my client's tape-recorded conversation with the cop. At that moment, how I wished I could have summoned the ghost of my other New Orleans hero, Lamar Parmentel, to announce,

"Why, Your Honor, through an entirely unforeseen chain of coincidences, it would seem that a most powerful magnet was placed next to State's Exhibit # 12, thus most regrettably rendering it totally unusable."