When my phone rang so early on Sunday morning, I knew it couldn't be good. Good news never seems to call in the middle of the night or early on a weekend. My coworker, my friend, Big Ron O'Brien had died a few hours earlier. I had just visited him at the hospital, he seemed to be doing better. Let me tell you a little about Big Ron. He was a true comrade; kind, generous in terms of just talking, giving advice, and helping others. Ron had a passion for things he loved...baseball, music, and old school radio. He had a dream. He knew from early childhood that he wanted to be on the radio, and his dream came true. He never took it for granted, never thought of it as a job...he was one of a kind. His mother told me a story from when Big Ron was a little kid, and used to hang out in the basement. He called it his "studio." She'd yell at him to come up for dinner and he'd reply, "Not now, mom, I'm on the air!" He had a vision. He had a very successful career on the air in Denver, Atlanta, New York and of course, Philly. In the end, it's not the number of years in a life that counts, but the amount of life that is packed into those years. Ron packed a lot of living into his too short life. But most of all, Ron had a rare gift that made him so special. He had the ability to connect with people on a personal level, quietly and generously, with absolutely everyone he met, or spoke to on the phone. He was so loved and respected by his WOGL family...and a huge number of friends and fans who now grieve for him. Big Ron, we're all going to miss you terribly.