Breitbart and me

I knew Andrew Breitbart, who died at UCLA’s Ronald Reagan Medical Center about midnight Thursday. We lived in the same neighborhood. Our kids attend the same public school. For several years, they were in the same classroom.

Andrew and I would gravitate toward one another at school events and inevitably get into heated discussions about politics. We were told by the teacher once to leave the classroom during an open house to show off our kids’ work.

I can’t think of a single thing Andrew and I agreed on. But I will say this: The man was a true believer, and he had the courage of his convictions.

That counts for something.