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…This content is available to subscribers only. To continue reading, please login or start a FREE 14-Day Digital Subscription. Bundle your subscription with our award-winning print magazine here.
