Mr. Murret. Well, this was at nighttime, as I was saying. I forget—I guess it was after supper. And I drove him to City Park, which is the city park here in New Orleans. It was by the golf driving range where they have these little parking partitions, yellow lines for parking places for the golfers, and I had brought him here.
Mr. Liebeler. You had driven the car from your house on French Street over to the parking lot in the park?
Mr. Murret. Yes, sir; and I was actually trying to teach him how to back up. It was a pushbutton car, a Dodge, a 1960 Dodge, a rather big car, no power steering or anything, and I was just trying to tell him, you know, how to go into the parking lanes and also backing into the parking lanes, and he was awkward, I mean as far as learning is concerned. You could see that he had never driven a car before. That is my impression of this. So after—we stayed there awhile and then I let him drive the car, you know, through the park and back home again.
Mr. Liebeler. You let him drive the car back to the house on French Street?
Mr. Murret. Yes, sir; it was through the park. There was no traffic or anything. Nobody was in the park.
Mr. Liebeler. It was just a drive through the park?
Mr. Murret. Yes.
Mr. Liebeler. How did he seem to handle the car at that time?
Mr. Murret. Well, I had to stay next to him, tell you the truth. Evidently he could handle the car—I mean just steering—because it was just regular gas and brake. That is all it is, you know. There is nothing to that. But in traffic, I really couldn't say how he could have handled it, you know, the car.
Mr. Liebeler. Did you go out with him again after that with the car?