Andrew Breitbart: 1969-2012, Free Wheeling Pundit on Skates

If there's one thing I want people to know about Andrew Breitbart is it this: he was fun.  No more words, just this image from my photo vault, of a fine day spent with him and friends as we protested against Code Pink. We were a ragtag noisy bunch of varying degrees of political persuations, but all troop supporters. Andrew on roller blades zipping past the fundraiser shouting out to celebrities: "Sallllllllly?  Sallllly Kellllermannnnn?" Daniel laying on the ground, Melanie stomping her feet, flags waving. We would circle around the fundraiser, and eventually, Andrew, myself and Mickey Kaus (a neighbor who just happened to look out the window and come out) ended up behind the house, next to the garbage cans talking about Jerry Brown. "He would be so much more fun," admitted Breitbart, of Jerry Brown, if he were to win the race for California governor. (Fun to needle, he meant, and for Andrew, needling was the most fun he could have).
He died last night, and that is sad. Because Andrew was a fun person, who made the rest of us have fun doing what we believed was right that day.  For some reason, the song Daydream Believer just seems apropos right now.