Sequestered In Dallas

I spent the day today in Dallas.  Dallas, Georgia (not that I think the other Dallas would have been any better).

Or maybe it would have been, because I spent the entire day sequestered.  Sequestered in Dallas.  Dallas, Georgia.

I'm a witness in an environmental litigation case and I'm waiting my turn to testify in court in front of a judge and jury.  But because the rules of evidence (or something) don't allow me to hear other people's testimony, I had to spend the day sequestered, just sitting in an empty room with only some chairs, a table, and an empty chalkboard to keep me company.  I never got a chance to testify today and at the rate I understand the trial is going, I may not testify until Wednesday or even Thursday.

Of course, being in Dallas brings Texas to mind, even if I am in Dallas, Georgia, and the resonances between being sequestered and being in Dallas keep reminding me of the refrain in that Hold Steady song that goes "Subpoenaed in Texas, Sequestered in Memphis."