Mr. Griffin. See; what I am suggesting is that if you did learn it before the 24th, this would have been something you would have remembered.
Mr. Senator. You asked what makes something slip a man’s mind.
Mr. Griffin. Wouldn’t you be more likely to remember he had been to the police station than he had been to visit his sister? If a man had told you on Saturday morning right after the President had been shot that he had been to the police station, and had said anything about what he had done there, wouldn’t that have been something that you would have remembered as being important? You would have been curious, wouldn’t you? You would have asked the man “What did you see down at the police station? Who did you talk to down there?” After all, that was right down there where Oswald was, and where the investigation was going on.
Mr. Senator. It is befuddling. I still think it was Saturday. There is an incident I just happened to think of.
Mr. Griffin. All right.
Mr. Senator. After he had woken me up on Saturday morning, there was a bunch of sandwiches still wrapped that hadn’t been distributed, and—I don’t know—I had no idea how many he bought or how many he had made, but he still come home with maybe 6, 8, 10, or 12 of those sandwiches.
Mr. Griffin. What kind of sandwiches were they?
Mr. Senator. I think they were corn beef and pastrami on rye, if I remember right, on rye bread. This I do remember, and they were still on the kitchen table, and as a matter of fact they were in two bags, if I remember right. They were in two bags. I think he had some cake too, that he bought in the delicatessen.
Mr. Griffin. You saw that Saturday morning when you got up?
Mr. Senator. Yes.