Wonderful stories about Mr. Sondheim.
The only personal tidbit I can contribute is learning that I'd just played Assassins right in front of him (literally) last year at the drive-in. As if playing it at a drive-in wasn't novel enough. Even if he hadn't been in attendance, I'd be kicking my own ASS till the end of time for a chord played too soon in "The Ballad of Booth". Now I can never apologize, and I look forward to a bright future in Hell. (But other than that, Mrs. Lincoln...)