A Prince of the City and champion of life's greatest losers
In the media blizzard following the Mayo helicopter tragedy and the London terrorist attack last week, the report that Jimmy Breslin had passed on to that great newsroom in the sky went almost unnoticed. And maybe that's how he would have wanted it.
They don't bestow honours lightly in the Big Apple, but when it came to the journalist and author who had called the city his beat for all his 88 years, nobody would dare deny he wasn't the ultimate 'Prince of the City'. An Irish-American who wore his heritage with a proud swagger, he was a Pulitzer prize-winning champion of the little guy who regularly transformed his rage at political corruption into deadly heat-seeking missiles fashioned from the 26 letters of the alphabet.
His newspaper columns were required reading - after all, where else would you get the inside line straight from the mouths of characters like Fat Thomas, Klein the Lawyer and Marvin the Torch.