Mr. Griffin. Who were they?
Mrs. Powell. Well, I didn’t know all of them. There was this one guy I knew was a bartender in Tulsa, and when I worked in Oklahoma I—the last time, he rode this far with me. He had a friend in Old Mexico, and he was going to go over there for about a month or so. And I brought him over to the apartment. As a matter of fact, he went down there, and he had been gone about 2 or 3 months, and that morning someone knocked on the back door, and this was him, and he had these other people with him that I didn’t know. Like I say, my grandmother lives with me. And he said, “I have some friends in the car and we have driven 1,500 miles and haven’t eaten and didn’t have any money. They had been down bumming around and could they come in?” And I said, “Sure.” And he gets out and brings in a girl, a beatnik, which doesn’t bother me. My grandmother is 76, and she is a beatnik.
Mr. Griffin. Not your grandmother?
Mrs. Powell. No; the girl is a beatnik type. She is from England or something like that, I think. And his other boy comes in from New York and all three people are from New York, and he brings this colored guy. And like I live in the South, but I just figured that this is my property. He was a very nice guy. He was studying to be a doctor, and they had gone there for the summer. They came and I fixed breakfast and coffee. And this friend of mine from Tulsa has a friend over here and he wanted me to bring him over to see if he could borrow some money, because he was going to ride as far as Tulsa, and give them some money to get to New York. So, I brought him over here and went out to his friend’s house and his friend wasn’t at home. His friend’s house is very close to the apartment that Mickey was living in.
Mr. Griffin. Where was he living at that time?
Mrs. Powell. I don’t know. It is where Gaston Avenue—are you familiar with the city?
Mr. Griffin. I know the street.
Mrs. Powell. It is where Gaston comes into, you know, you go out Gaston—have you gone out Gaston? If you haven’t, I am not going to go through this. It is where Gaston and Grand Avenue come together. He lived on Gaston, but just off of Grand Avenue. It is a real pretty apartment.
Mr. Griffin. About what time was it when you got over there?
Mrs. Powell. I don’t know. What time was the President assassinated? That is what time it was.