Mr. Griffin. Yes.
Mr. Hubert. Where?
Mr. Senator. Around town, no particular place.
Mr. Griffin. Were you going from bar to bar?
Mr. Senator. No, not bar to bar. I had been at a couple of bars. I was with a friend of mine that night, and we went out, we had a couple of beers and we were so disgusted, if you can picture the overall picture of Friday night in the city of Dallas after the occurrence, what happened that afternoon or late that morning, the city was, I don’t know how to describe it, morguelike. They were brooding. Everybody was brooding, a sad affair.
Mr. Hubert. Of course you don’t know whether Jack went to the apartment on Friday night before you got there?
Mr. Senator. No; I don’t.
Mr. Hubert. So you went home and went to bed.
Mr. Senator. I read the paper in bed, and that is when I saw the why’s about the President. They had a list, “Why, Mr. President?”
Mr. Hubert. A full-page ad?