the ghost of michael walked the halls of all good, great, funny, incisive, powerful, hard-hitting, apock that limittic, shit-disturbing journalism. [laughter] >> thanks, jeremy. [applause] >> i was going to use this time to talk about what a great friend mike was, but i know he's looking down saying cut the shit, you're there to plug my book, so we'll do that. [laughter] sorry if i read this, because other i'll start crying and swearing. he's right, though, if he's saying that because it's a heck of a book, and as you know by now, he wrote it years ago. i found a message he sent me in 2010. novel is good, need to be in vermont to do an edit, and the bastards at this hotel have his placed my laundry which pisss me off. he'd been writing it in print and in his head. i remember visiting him in vermont one day, the day of senator kennedy's funeral, august 29, 2009. we went out to dinner near his parents' house. mike was chain smoking behind the wheel of his land rover, and when we got back, i wanted to watch the news, but mike, of course -- and this is part of what made him such an essential