Mr. Rubenstein. Saturday.
Mr. Griffin. Where were you on November 22, the day the President was shot?
Mr. Rubenstein. I happened to be in Chicago. I was at the Harry Eichenbaum’s store, Merrill Manufacturing Co.
Mr. Griffin. When were you there, at what time of the day?
Mr. Rubenstein. At the moment when the President got assassinated. When the people heard it on the radio, I didn’t believe it, nobody believed it. Who could believe a thing like that? And then all of a sudden everything seemed to quiet down, the whole area, and then it finally leaked out that it was the truth. My God, you could know it is like an atomic bomb hit you. It is just one of those things. We all loved this guy. He was a real guy. He was a friend of our people, too, by the way, which is important to us in America.
Mr. Griffin. What happened, what did you do after you learned the President was shot?
Mr. Rubenstein. What was there to be done, nothing. Nobody could work. Everything seemed to stand still. I finished my business, what I had to do, I picked up some stuff downtown, I think—yes, I remember, I went out to the Flavor Candy Co. and picked up a couple of cases of candy because the girl told me about it the other day, she said, “Remember you were here on that Friday, November 22.” She knew all about the family. She knows the family, and I says, “Was I here that day?” She says, “Yes. That is the last time we saw you.” I didn’t even remember where I was that day. I mean the thing hits you like a shock. It just isn’t right, it isn’t normal.
Mr. Griffin. Do you remember what you did after that?
Mr. Rubenstein. I probably went home. I probably did. I don’t know, because I was home that Friday night.
Mr. Griffin. Who is living with you at your house?