There’s not much I can add to the already posted tributes to the seemingly immortal Paul Harvey except one personal reflection: As a child, Paul Harvey was my first celebrity impression.
I had a plastic horse who I would have read the news in a Harvey-like voice, complete with “Page one. Page two. Stand by for news!” (Yes, I’ve always been strange.) Some of my reports were a bit fanciful — at the time, I thought the Salvation Army had tanks and weapons — others were based on the news of the day. I’d always sign off, to the amusement or bemusement of any adult who happened to be watching, “Paul Horsey — good hay.”
