When a whirlwind dies, there is a sudden quiet. Los Angeles last Thursday was deathly silent.
Andrew Breitbart — the conservative gadfly-blogger-entrepreneur — died at the age of 43. He just crumpled on a Westwood sidewalk, in full view of other pedestrians.
Breitbart — besides being a unique media figure who in many ways changed the face of news — was a friend of mine.
Indeed, I am typing these words in my office, where Andrew, a man many years younger than I and 20 times more energetic, would sit with me seven or eight years ago when we first met, typing out his end of the Drudge Report while gossiping nonstop and downing pizza, soda or anything...