Doreen Levin

@BobLonsberry They called it today in the studio that they couldn’t wait to read your words about today. And boy did you knock it out of the park as usual. Over the last 30 years I can’t tell you how many times Wease would make me read an article you wrote. This time your words honor my love.

ABOUT YOUR FRIEND, BROTHER WEASE It's hard to write about Wease without writing about yourself. Because it was always a partnership. It was always you and Wease. Oh, sure, there was a parade of second mics and sometimes a female sidekick, and Billy or Paulie or Brooksie or Jamie, or the heavyset lady or the old man who lived in the street, sometimes Torpey after he got out of prison, but really it was just you and Wease. And if you were listening to him back in the day, if you remember the classic era, you're damn near as old as he is, and when they walked him out the door you felt like you were right beside him, in the parade of the forgotten or dead, turning out the lights at the end of an era. In Rochester, we eat white hots and we listen to Wease. At least that's what we say. Because mostly we don't eat white hots and we don't listen to Wease. At least not like we used to. Not like we did when we were in the backseat of the car on the way to school and Dad was laughing his ass off at something Wease had said and Mom was indignantly reaching to change the station. Back then they put strippers on the radio and they paid out the Kodak bonus and if you saw someone smiling in their car you knew who they were listening to. Back then if somebody big came to town you knew about it because Wease brought them to your breakfast table and your commute and the little earpiece you wore in the shop. We had a Can of Worms back then and party houses and bowling tournaments and every June we fell in love again with Nancy Lopez. And day after day, morning after morning, year after year, Wease and his scratchy-ass voice were there in the background, the constant, the pole star, the reminder ultimately of who we were and what our town was about. We ain't pretty, but we're tough as hell, and we have a good time. And whoever you are, you're good with us. Because Wease was a hippie. A real hippie. Heavy on the peace, love and freedom. Especially the love. This guy was First Corinthians Chapter 13 written for the hung over and strung out, the ones who smelled of burnt patchouli and stale Genny. He was a guy who coined his own words and taught them to a million people across the region. We all know what a peach is, and a mother hucker, and that it's nice to be important, but more important to be nice. There are grandparents, hundreds of wonderful old couples, who pledged their love and said their vows at a Numerous Nuptials reined over by Wease and officiated at by his friend the judge. And there never was a bigger party or a happier drunk than Chrismahanukwanzakah, when Wease and those who thought they could keep up with him celebrated everything that needed celebrating in 24 hours of popped corks and belly laughs. I don't know how many times he almost died, but I can't think of a single day that he didn't live. And I can't think of a single day that he didn't invite others along for the ride. He lifted spirits, he brightened skies, he made the endless string of ass-busting days bearable for folks in suits and overalls, the bank presidents and the shift workers, the men and women who knew hardship and responsibility and who also knew that they had a friend and an escape on the radio. Your wife could leave you, your boss could fire you, your health could fail you, and there would be your brother, wheeling some cockamamie story on the radio, getting you through another day. America sent him to war, and God sent him to Rochester. And he did his duty in both places. The second and third tours of Vietnam were to keep some other skinny kid from dying in a rice paddy fertilized with shit. The 40 years on the radio were to be the voice of a town and an era, the unwashed royalty of a rustbelt capital of a people too rugged to quit. And now it's done. They gave him a piece of paper to read and he told them to shove it up their ass, and he walked out the door, but he did it his way. And the last day means nothing to the lifetime that went before. Like I said, it's hard to write about Wease without writing about yourself, because these years haven't been about him, they have been about what he's done for us. As for me, our radio companies sicked us on each other 30 years ago. We fought tooth and nail, and then we were on the same team, and repeatedly over the years we have been on the same air. Never have I enjoyed broadcasting more than when I've looked across the studio at Wease. Never have I been in his presence that I didn't know who he was and what he meant, and the historical significance he had. His departure from radio breaks my heart, and I will forever treasure the fact that I was in the studio when last he signed off. He is my brother, in the same way I suspect he is your brother. And in parting I will share this little secret: Wease never did radio. He only did life. And every morning he did it in front of an open microphone. There is no difference between Wease on the air and Wease off the air. He is a rare, fascinating, loving, curious, wonderful man, who it has been my privilege to know. And who it has been our privilege to listen to. For the best part of our lives of our lives.

@BobLonsberry Love this

1. Shouldn't the football player be holding the ball? 2. Nice touch, moving the tie so we can see you using the American flag to hold up your pants.

@AOC please get all the @SenateDems @HouseDemocrats to wear black shirts and black pants every time in Washington DC to show our support for @Ukraine - I know you can do this.

@r_heals13 Bills Mafia coming in to South Florida LIKE!!!

Tornado touches down in Fort Lauderdale shortly before 6 pm. A tornado warning was issued at 5:45 pm.

@CalltoActivism Strong , powerful with a huge heart!!

What’s the first word you think of when you see this woman?

@ericareport How about the state pay her garbage bill and take care of their people.

@DaleBuda @JohnDitullio @Radio_951 @WHAM1180 You will be very missed. But happy for your knew adventures. Can I still buy girlscout cookies from your daughter ?

Life Update: Today is my last day on the radio. I love @JohnDitullio but have a great opportunity to work much closer to home as the Recreation Director for the Town of Macedon. I appreciate all the support on @Radio_951 and @WHAM1180 over the past few years.

@CynicalMother Happy 2nd year. And that dessert looks yummy!!

Anniversary dinner and dessert. Two years. It hasn’t been easy….to say the least. There were bumps in the road. Sometimes road blocks. He stood by me through my darkest days. But in the end… love brought us together and is impossible to deny. ❤️ #Bigfoot

@CynicalMother Hysterical. I have to go watch more of her.

This. 🤣

Olivia Rodrigo &Lily Allen got 200,000+ to sing to the Supreme Court “Fuck You, Fuck You Very, Very Much” dedicating it to “Alito, Clarence Thomas, Gorsuch, Amy Barrett & Brett Kavanaugh. You don’t give a shit about freedom.We hate you! We truly hate you.” youtu.be/Fpc40dmPlVM

@jadapsmith I am sorry you were hurt last night but coming from a fellow woman that rocked a bald head due to a disease (and believe me you are rocking a bald head) you should be proud to be compared to a hot, strong, bald woman @justdemi.

@FairSnark @OccupyDemocrats Of course that is her - I wouldn’t expect her to look any different. Or any dumber.

BREAKING NEWS: The wife of a prominent Washington prosecutor is caught calling MSNBC’s Joy Reid a “n*gg*r” and bragging that she’s a “proud white nationalist” on a pro-Trump social network. RT IF YOU THINK THAT HER HUSBAND MUST HE REMOVED FROM HIS POSITION AS A PROSECUTOR!

Wease and I loved sitting and laughing with you too!! Let’s do it again soon - bring the @DanPatrick show to Fort Lauderdale for some sunshine.

@HiMyNameIsSeton @BrotherWease Wease and I truly enjoyed sharing a table with @DanPatrick Show Team!! Lots of laughs.

Got to sit with two of the realest last night at dinner. Thanks for the laughs @BrotherWease!

Omg. Penn state lost in the 9th overtime to a school that was an over 30 point underdog. If you see John Detullio give him some love

This was the prom pose @BrotherWease was talking about during the @BuffaloBills game.

@PaulyGoogs Soccer Sam has certain nights at Salvatores where he has things for kids like a magician. You should look into it. And I think he has pasta dishes too

Is there a like McDonald’s for pasta? My kid loves pasta and we’re having a guys night tonight and I would love to take him out for pasta but he’s 2 1/2 years old and he’s not sitting through a full dinner. It needs to be of more of a McDonald’s type environment. Does that exist?

@PaulyGoogs I would love to help you clean up that aftermath

The aftermath of hosting a cooking class, pasta for one?

I'm sorry but the only one I want to call is Tre White how cute was he when he answered the FaceTime?

Isaiah McKenzie really got his whole squad with the "I'm Busy" challenge 😂😂 @_IsaiahMcKenzie (via @BuffaloBills)