Mr. Senator. No. And when he didn’t bring that up at all on the witness stand——
Mr. Griffin. At the trial?
Mr. Senator. At the trial. There is something here; I don’t know what it means; the difference may be an hour or two, according to what time I came home that Friday night—he said between 9 and 10.
Mr. Griffin. When do you think it was?
Mr. Senator. I would say between 10 and 11.
Mr. Griffin. Let me ask you here: What did you do from the time you heard that the President had been shot on Friday until you came home at, say 10 o’clock? Did you work the rest of that day?
Mr. Senator. That was a black day; man, that was a sad day.
Mr. Griffin. You were at Jack’s?
Mr. Senator. That was a day I will tell you I don’t think a living soul in Dallas had any ambition to work. You would have to see that town that day and the feeling of all the individuals in that town. It was really a sad, sad day. It was a weeping day. I’ll tell you that is what it was; it was a weeping day for the city.
Mr. Griffin. Did you go to the Burgundy Room? Where did you go from Jack’s when you first heard this news?