In the early 80′s, Joe Pass, one of the finest solo guitar players that ever lived, had just finished his last set at Fat Tuesday’s. I was alone that night, sitting at the bar. Joe looked in the direction of the bar and said “Is anyone going my way?” I asked where he was staying and he told me that he was around the corner from the Plaza Hotel. Since I lived in Queeens and I could go home lots of ways I told him I would drop him off.