I‘m as shocked as everyone else to hear about the death of Andrew Breitbart this morning. I didn’t know Breitbart well, but I knew him well enough to like him a great deal.

I first met Breitbart back in the late ’90s. I had just graduated from college and started working at THE WEEKLY STANDARD, and my first grown-up trip was to fly out to Los Angeles for a long weekend. I had a touristy list of things to see and do—get a drink at the Brown Derby, play basketball at the court next to Muscle Beach in Venice. High on this list was meeting Arianna Huffington.