“ We met at 9:30 a.m. at a Starbucks a couple of months ago. He picked the spot. And when I arrived, Jim Bartko was tucked against a large window, corner table, mentoring a college student.
He’s frozen there in my mind forever.
Bartko died on Monday. He was 54. And before you can say, “that’s way too young,” which is true, let me tell you what killed him -- his childhood.”