Mr. Hubert. Do you remember what time you got to Dallas?
Mr. Carlin. I don’t think we came to Dallas, or did we—I really don’t know. Oh, wait a minute—it seems that we came to Dallas to pick Mitzi up.
Mr. Hubert. To pick who up?
Mr. Carlin. Karen—I’m sorry.
Mr. Hubert. That would have been a Saturday night then?
Mr. Carlin. Well.
Mr. Hubert. It was the day after the President was shot?
Mr. Carlin. We have taken so many trips and they were all so wild—I had no idea we would have to remember dates, times, or places.
Mr. Hubert. But it was the day after the President was shot that you got back to Dallas or Fort Worth?
Mr. Carlin. I believe so.