Sony…I am 51 years old, and I remember first hearing you in the radio while sitting the steps on my grandma’s farm in Hudson, Michigan, that was 1966. You could have just read the news and been a massive bore…but you chose to make everyone’s day sunnier and brighter by being sonnier. (get it? Exacatacally) Became such a big fan of yours that when I would be my brother at ANY game, be it pool, basketball, cards, I closed the defeat with one word…Exacatacally! I can remember having bad days, sitting in a car on a dreary day after work and you your upbeat manor always made me and other better for it. We love you and will miss you Sonny, but most important, you will never be forgotten and always remembered and treasured. Thanks for the alst 46 years Sonny! You are one of a kind!

Can’t tell you enough how many times I have a “laughing-alone-like-what’s-going-on” I did in my car listening to you at 950 AM. So “what do mother-in-laws and tomatoe seeds have in common? Tomatoe seeds, oh you don’t really need ‘em but they come with the tomatoe.” Enjoy your retirement and love those tomatoes.

Best Wishes Sonny.

Make God bless your heart and give you the best retirment and joy as much as you gave all of us..

Sonny is THE ONLY WEATHERMAN. He even taught me to count in different languages with his temperature reports.I’ll miss you Sonny. Stay well and enjoy your retirement.