Crying Shame

Carl Gholson was a gifted sax player. He was also a paranoid schizophrenic. He became another victim of Phoenix’s scorching heat

"That one I just don't believe," he says. "Carl wouldn't have given up that sax for nothing."

At the August 6 memorial service, Gholson read an elegy he had composed for his brother. It said in part:

Never mean no harm

Gholson died in the front yard of this downtown Phoenix apartment complex.
Peter Scanlon
Gholson died in the front yard of this downtown Phoenix apartment complex.

God must have stamped my soul the Day I was born

Even my grandmamma

Taught me, never mean no harm

Through all the things I've been through

All the times I was by myself

Just me and God who was always true

Even when my mind would raise the alarm

I knew deep inside myself never mean no harm . . .

Gholson says he has an idea what he'll eventually do with his brother's cremated remains:

"My sister has been telling me, 'Just take him to a high building like the Westward Ho and let the wind take him.' I mean, he spent his whole life going here and there, kind of wherever the wind took him. I just might do that."

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