A double whammy, kind of: I scheduled a trip to New York in the spring of 1988 to go to Sweet Basil and hear Gil Evans, one of my heroes. He died about a week before the trip. And I didn't learn of this until I got back to Atlanta, but while I was in NYC, there was a memorial concert for Mr. Evans (at St. Patrick's?), with the Evans Orchestra, Cecil Taylor, and others.