eating breakfast w/ Tommy Flanagan…Tommy was talking of obscure beboppers…Dodo Marmarosa, George Wallington and other wonderful warriors. He, of course, acknowledged the greatest of bop piano. I asked him about a certain, constantly out of tune, alto player and somehow a sunny side up egg slipped from his plate…… and bled to death on his lap…he gave me a Tommy sigh and said “you needn’t have gone there”.