I’ll always remember him fondly for the best of personal reasons. In early 2001, I attended the Media Research Center’s annual dinner in Washington, along with my politically engaged older son, who was then in high school. It was the first time he’d attended one of these gala events. I had no idea how he’d react. There were lots and lots of luminaries in attendance. He knew who they were. Yet nothing pleased and thrilled him more than running into Jerry Falwell himself, live and in person, someone we’d never even spoke about. As far as my boy was concerned, Falwell was the real star — final confirmation, if any was needed, of the man’s genuine charisma and place in our political history.
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