In the early 1970s, I worked for a few months at Sam Goody's in Manhattan on Third Ave. and 43rd St. The store manager wanted me in the rock section, but I kept drifting down to the jazz department to talk with Harry Lim. Harry was quiet and looked unassuming to the average record-buyer, but I knew who the retiree was. In the late 1930s and 1940s, the J…
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