Mr. Meyers. Yes. Of course if I go into greater detail—I was there on a business trip and footloose and fancy free and I wandered into his club this particular night. He greeted me at the door. I knew from his conversation, his diction, that he was not a Dallasite, a Texan. We talked, one thing led to another. He told me he was originally from Chicago and I, at that time, of course, lived in Chicago. So we had a happy meeting ground. We were both Chicagoans and we visited with each other the first time.
Mr. Griffin. You mentioned this was 6 or 7 years ago?
Mr. Meyers. In that area. I am not exactly certain.
Mr. Griffin. I believe that Mr. Ruby actually opened the Carousel Club in 1960.
Mr. Meyers. Well, then, that is when it was.
Mr. Griffin. So it is clear in your mind that you met him at the Carousel?
Mr. Meyers. At the Carousel. There is no question about this. You must understand one thing, Mr. Griffin. I guess I sound stupid in telling this. But I travel incessantly, as you know from trying to find me at various times, and sometimes I do lose track of time. Things get not necessarily vague, but they get mixed up in context.
Mr. Griffin. I understand that and, of course, I asked you that second question to clarify what was the most significant fact that fixes the time.
Mr. Meyers. The most significant fact is that my original meeting with Jack was at the Carousel. It could have been 4 years ago.
Mr. Griffin. Since the time you first met him at the Carousel Club and up until the time President Kennedy was assassinated, give us your best estimate of how many times you saw him?