Jack Martin moves through his small East Hollywood apartment with tiny careful steps , as if to avoid a fall . His slacks are pressed , his shirt pressed . There, with no newspapers and scant communication with the outside world, the drum was a siren call to villagers who gathered to hear the messenger deliver the news of the day. It does n’t take much , he says , to keep your head high .
Jack Martin moves through his small East Hollywood apartment with tiny careful steps , as if to avoid a fall . His slacks are pressed , his shirt pressed . It does n’t take much , he says , to keep your head high .