On August 1, 1977 I arrived in South Carolina from New York eager to start whatever radio career might follow. I was six months out of Brooklyn College (with a communications degree) and thought I’d work in a small town for a while and maybe move onward and upward and some point. It turned out to be a longer stay than I anticipated.
Let it suffice to say that along the way I’ve worked with some people I’ve adored and respected. I also worked with some who I hope never to see again. I never really wanted this career for money or fame—not that it would generate such results—but rather as a way to reach, impact, or maybe even help people in whatever way I could. Be it struggling or hurting people or even pets, there’s been a lot in forty years that satisfied me that I achieved that goal.
When I first began our studio was in Beaufort, South Carolina where we broadcast on both 98.7FM and 960AM. Years later the AM side would go dark but I’ve been on the FM side ever since.
I’ve made some remarkable friendships that still resonate. I’ve lost quite a few along the way. I’ve enjoyed some wonderful accolades and experiences and have been hurt and disappointed as well.
It’s not important to hear from others how unbelievable it is that one person could be with a radio station for 40 years—through various owners and managers—but it’s important for me to feel I’ve tried and succeeded to do good things other than announcing song titles and giving the time and temperature.
To those who are still my friends—the ones I regularly see and those who I rarely see anymore—thanks for being a part of the journey. To those who listened when I was still saying things like “dawg” and “New Yawk” and are listening still, thank you. To those that started listening more recently, thank you too. And to those who have yet to listen…come on in.
I’m thrilled that I made it to 40 years with one station—it’s quite an accomplishment. I don’t know anyone else in the Lowcountry or Coastal Empire who’s done it. But really there are people who stick with a job way longer than I have, like the man who recently was honored by American Airlines for 75 years of continued service by putting his name and signature on one of their planes. I’m just honored to wake up every day, be surrounded by pets that show unconditional love, and go to a job that I fantasized about when I was a young teenager who listened to a transistor radio under his pillow at night and dreamed to be the one on the air some day. What a ride.
Many years ago in downtown Beaufort: