Mr. Griffin. When did he move out?
Mrs. Powell. You got me, I don’t know. I mean, I didn’t keep up with all of these guys. He just picked guys up.
One night he had this boy up there, and he said, “You are going to Fort Worth. I want you to give this friend of mine a ride.”
And I said, “OK.” He says, “He goes to college at TCU, and you can drop him off.”
And I said, “OK.”
And the kid is working around there, and when I get ready to leave and I get him in the car and we pile his books in at the bus station, and I start on the turnpike, and I said, “How long have you known Jack?”
And he said, “I don’t know him. I didn’t have enough money to get to Fort Worth, and I started talking to him on the street, and he told me to come up to the club and he would give me a couple of dollars to work, and then he got me a ride.”
And Jack doesn’t know him, and here I am on a dark turnpike with this guy. But that is the way he does things.
There was a guy standing down one night in front of the place looking at pictures out in front, and Jack was down there, and he started talking to him, and that guy stayed around for a long time, and he got to be, well, he knew a lot of people here, and he was a pretty nice guy.
And Jack had him tell everybody that he was a friend of his from Chicago, because he knew that people, we were always teasing him about picking people up and helping them out, so he got to where he would say they were old friends from Chicago or someplace.