My wife has often enjoyed telling this story. But when she told it one more time on Sunday night, we didn’t laugh and clink glasses, as was the norm. Instead, we sighed, and raised a pint to a friend gone too soon.One evening in the late 1980s, Kim was out for dinner in downtown Buffalo with some fellow University at Buffalo students. One of them couldn’t wait to get through dinner, because he had plans for the group.“We’re going to the Elmwood Lounge to hear this singer, who is the greatest lounge singer of all time,” Kim’s friend Kurt gushed. “And I want to introduce you all to these guys fr