An over-achiever from a tiny suburb of Nashville, and blessed early on with GQ looks, rakish charisma and a keen intellect (camouflaged by a thick country accent), George played role model for those of us cutting our political teeth on Al Gore’s first presidential campaign. When he put family first and abandoned an obvious career in public service, I admired his moral compass (and probably should have followed his lead.) When our mutual best friend perished suddenly at the wheel of a drunk driver, grief and honoring our buddy’s legacy sealed our bond. Middle-aged George — looking a little more Field and Stream than GQ these days — is one of my closest confidantes and certainly one of my best friends.
Why We Hate Duke (And How It Explains Today’s Crazy Politics)
