In the warm e-mail exchanges we had over the years, and until a few weeks ago, I’d always refer to Aaron Russo as “my president.” In 2004, Aaron vied to become the Libertarian Party’s presidential candidate, but was unseated by ugly subterfuge, not uncommon in a party dominated by leftists.

Aaron passed away after a long battle with cancer. The column “Aaron Russo: A Choice, Not and Echo,” best encapsulates how I felt about this warm, captivating and larger than life personality. Aaron was never a tinny ideologue, whose ideas on liberty exist in the arid arena of pure thought. Rather, he was a flesh-and-blood warrior for freedom.

I was very fond of that lovely man.