Laughter, wit, a tough Boston charm, and perpetual ebullience–those are the characteristics I associate with Dean Barnett. Dean and I met when he was a media fellow here at the Hoover Institution not quite two years ago, then stayed in touch by email and telephone. He was quick and widely-read and wrote like an angel. And he loved the fellowship of journalists.
What a loss. What a void. May angels sing him to his rest–and comfort all who loved him, including Hugh Hewitt, Hugh’s producer, Duane Patterson, and our friends at the Weekly Standard.