In 1922 he began a syndicated newspaper column—a column which continued the rest of his life. He was one of our first radio commentators. He was a born entertainer who laughed along with us. He once said, I've joked about every prominent man in any time, but I've never met a man I didn't like.
He was fascinated by air travel. He was the world's first Frequent Flyer, zooming from coast to coast on whatever plane he could find, often riding with the mail pilots.
By 1930 he was world renowned. He'd been the featured speaker at both the Democratic and Republican National Conventions. He was quoted as often as the president. He raised thousands of dollars for charities like the Red Cross and Salvation Army.
He served as mayor of Beverly Hills and as America's ‘unofficial president.’ And, when the need arose, he sided with the poor, the destitute and the underprivileged. At the height of the Great Depression, he inspired us, reminding America he was on our side. In 1935 he flew to Alaska with friend and famed aviator, Wiley Post—it would be their last flight.
His death was mourned by the entire world. He was a cultural and political icon. He was Oklahoma's native son. A down-to-earth, gum-chewin’ philosopher who was loved and respected by almost everyone. He was Will Rogers.