Speaking of Tom McFarland...I was playing with Tom's band at the old White Eagle in Portland, OR one night many moons ago, when an exceedingly drunk woman staggered out of the dark towards the bandstand.
On her way, she plowed into a table near the stage, knocking it over along with the three patrons sitting there and all of their drinks. As she was laying there, flat on her back in the pile of broken chairs and glass, the ever-observant Mr. McFarland looked at me and said, "Hey Mike, isn't that your ex-wife?"
Oh, the horror! He was right, of course. Fortunately, the bartender threw her out before we got a chance to catch up on old times. See, sometimes good things DO happen to good people...