Matt was terribly jealous of Martin and bedeviled him constantly.When Matt was just a little fellow he would kick and hit Martin as hard as he could. ...artin would have to hold him off until Matt got over his tantrum. And golly, did that little boy have a temper. Often while Martin was holding Matt to avoid being hit or kicked, Matt would back up and run at Martin trying to get a fist or a kick in before Martin could stop him. Many times, Martin finally managed to subdue the young boy only by. Grabbing a grocery cart, he checked his list of items and began placing them into his cart. Turning down the next isle, he saw Tony, one of his favorite stock-boys! He demurely said ‘hello,’ and began to push his cart past Tony, who was stocking shelves.“Hi! Miss Jamie,” he said, and stopped him from squeezing past the small pallet of cereal boxes he was unloading. “What’s your hurry, doll?” he said, blocking her path with a strong arm placed in front of him.“Ah, no hurry, I guess,” he said.. " CRACK!"ELEVEN!" Sheila began to cry real tears. "Oh Paul, why are you being mean to me? I never did anything bad to you." CRACK! "TWELVE! "Oh Paul, I want you; don't hurt me anymore." CRACK! "THIRTEEN! Oh God help me; you really do know how to use a whip." CRACK! "FOURTEEN! Paul, please don't do my nipples. They're swollen and it will hurt so bad." CRACK! Sheila's mouth opened into a wide, silent scream. Then slowly her face relaxed, and she softly sobbed the number, "FIFTEEN."Sheila cried. Neither did the real musicians.Pete and I met with many of the most famous jazz musicians of the time. Mostly I just smiled and shook their hands, not really recognizing their names or music, although I found listening to it enjoyable. (Really, though, who would name their child 'Bird'? Musicians.) At one club we abused our credentials, as usual, to meet the artists, but this time a there was an unfamiliar small combo led by a pianist. He was a short, dapper man with gray hair and a charming.