Rok, let me set this up so you can thoroughly understand it.
My favorite watering hole was owned by someone who entertained in Vegas at one time, and had worked with Maynard Ferguson; they were good friends, plus, the club was close to the hotel where Maynard was working and staying.
The club was dim, and Maynard and his party came in the same as any other revelers on the weekend (unannounced). It wasn't until the challenge that I knew who he was, which is just they way they wanted it. They were there to party, not to attract attention.

