Mr. Sorrels. No, sir; I did not.
Mr. Stern. You have turned now onto Elm, Mr. Sorrels.
Mr. Sorrels. Yes, sir.
Mr. Stern. Why don't you tell us now in your own words and in as much detail as you remember exactly what you recall transpired next.
Mr. Sorrels. The crowd had begun to thin out after we made the turn on Elm Street there. As a matter of explanation, Elm Street goes at a downgrade—in other words, as I said a moment ago, it makes more than a left-hand—oblique left-hand turn. It curves back—I mean it is more of a sharp angle than a right angle. And then it swings down a little curve to go into the underpass.
There is a sidewalk and terrace that goes up to the right, increasing in height as you approach the underpass from the corner at Elm and Houston Streets.
We were running late, because the President arrived at Love Field late.
Mr. Lawson was particularly concerned, as we all are, in keeping the schedule.
I looked back to see how close the President's car was in making the turn, because we had begun to pick up speed after we made the left-hand turn.