R.I.P., Jimmy Heath

When I discovered that saxophonist Jimmy Heath’s daughter, Roslyn, was employed by the same hospital at which I volunteered, I brought her an armload of LPs for Jimmy to sign. “Would you mind asking your Dad to autograph these?” I asked. Also, “Do you think he might want to have lunch?” “I’ll ask him,” Roslyn…
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