Barry Manilow: It's No Secret!

   Well, for the two people in the world who don't know this by now, I am a Manilow fan.
   And no, I am NOT a Fanilow.
   I cringe when I hear that description of Manilow fans. I don't go to Manilow parties, I don't blast "Copacabana" on my car stereo. Even Barry scoffs at the moniker.
   I have had the good fortune of meeting him several times and every opportunity was fantastic. I even worked for him in 1987 during his book-signing tour. Barry is an absolute gentleman and fun to be with.
   When I was in high school, I was an absolute geek. I became totally captivated by the total Manilow mystique and consequently, the name "Barry Manilow" and my name became synonomous. I went to my 30th high school reunion in 2010 and many gals asked about Barry and me. I had lots to tell them!
   I can say that he is an instrumental part of my life. I, as many people, had a lot of troubles growing up. His music got me through the rough times. For that, I am eternally grateful. Thank you, Barry, for sharing your musical talents with the world! God Bless!

And We're Going "HMMM!" Why?

Barry (Manilow) was married a long, long time ago (ala Rock Hudson style). For some reason the marriage "just didn't work out". Go figure. It's been in the news for years what gender Barry prefers, the places he goes that are specific to his "tastes", the parks he visits to satisfy his needs. He's been sued and had to pay for "issues" that have arisen when he tripped up and "almost got caught". He's a sly one, that Barry.