Fifteen years ago today, Buck O’Neil died. It was a Friday evening, and I was playing our brand new piano — I used the verb “playing” loosely — when I got the call from my friend and brother Bob Kendrick. My wife Margo was upstairs putting our youngest daughter, Katie, to bed. She was 1 then.
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