October 2017

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As we write this, our fair city remains in a blissful haze following our Eagles’ 33-10 rout of the 49’ers to go 7-1 in the NFC East, so it might be appropriate to call today’s opinion a “touchdown.” On the other hand, the World Series approaches Game 6, following a game in which twenty-five runs

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“Legal conclusions, though, are not entitled to the assumption of truth.” If that were the only point we could take away from Wright v. Howmedica Osteonics Corp., No. 5:17-cv-459, 2017 U.S. Dist. LEXIS 168785 (M.D. Fla. Oct. 12, 2017), we would be satisfied.  We understand notice pleading and such, but we have seen all

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We thought we were on a winning streak on medical monitoring.   In August, we blogged about plaintiff lawyers stumbling in their efforts to walk the not-quite-yet-injury line.  https://www.druganddevicelawblog.com/2017/08/monitoring-the-death-of-medical-monitoring.html   In September, we blogged about a denial of a medical monitoring class action because the issues were more specific than common. https://www.druganddevicelawblog.com/2017/09/medical-monitoring-class-certification-fails.html.  But with the falling

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This post is from the non-Reed Smith side of the blog.

Looking back on the blog, the last time we posted about the Pelvic Mesh MDL was this summer when we lauded a remand judge for not allowing plaintiffs to expand their expert reports to include opinions already excluded by the MDL judge. At that

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Literally for decades plaintiffs in mass torts have employed the business model of flooding jurisdictions seen as friendly to them with more solicited plaintiffs than any court system can possibly handle.  They have employed every forum-shopping trick in the book to trap defendants in these jurisdictions, which usually have no relationship to any party.  After

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Recently, in downsizing our elderly father to a smaller residence and cleaning out his house, we came upon a cassette recording of our too-many-decades-ago Bat Mitzvah. We dug an old boom box out of the basement, listened to our sweet 13-year-old voice, and allowed the waves of nostalgia to wash over us.  We remembered the