In his final commentary Sunday night, the celebrated grouch looked back at his 70-year career.
Andy’s part of the last generation of journalists who genuinely cared about words, and who prided themselves first and foremost on being writers — not broadcasters or personalities, but writers. He’s an anachronism now: an analog man in a digital age, who actually typed on an Underwood. And he’s that rarity, someone in the public eye who spent his career actually saying what he really thought. Love him or hate him, he remains an American original.