Life Stories

My Brother, the manager. If ever there was one, "T" as we kids called him, was it! I think he started managing me from the day I was born. Decisions were easy, just ask T. We had a rock and roll band in high school and T was our manager. He would get us gigs to play at high schools, dances and other venues. He was a great manager. He did all the things we didn't want to do and you know, he did this through out his whole life and he was good at it. At times I think he missed his calling, but he did a great job at managing me, his family and any thing he was associated with. He was especially good at managing the girls. I wouldn't be surprised if his head stone read Tom Bartlett "the manager" because that was what he was.