From a story on thebulwark.com by Jonathan V. Last headlined “Why Writers Loved P.J. O’Rourke”:
P.J. O’Rourke died. He was only 74—I think he always seemed more youthful than his years because he had kids late in life, and nothing keeps you young like running around after children.
He was, to various writers in my world, a godfather, a mentor, a big brother, a best man. I was never especially close to P.J.—many of my friends knew him much better than I did. But I read him for many years. I edited him a few times. We hung out.