WOSU-AM Sold To St. Gabriel Radio
According to its website, WOSU-AM was purchased by St. Gabriel Radio Inc on September 21, 2011. Since 2007,St. Gabriel Radio has been airing Catholic programming on WVKO (1580 AM) via a lease agreement with owner Bernard, Ohio L.L.C. The transfer of the license and sale of the current WOSU-AM to St. Gabriel Radio Inc. was approved by the FCC on November 7, 2011.
WOSU-AM's final broadcast day was on Friday December 9, 2011. At 5pm local time, NPR and local news broadcasts ended on WOSU-AM...afterwards a continuous loop of announcements by WOSU and NPR staffers were aired asking listeners to switch over to WOSU-FM where its news and talk format continues. The announcement loop continued to air until Wednesday December 14, 2011. At 9:00 am local time the last voice heard on WOSU-AM was that of Mandie Trimble's repeated announcement asking listeners to switch to 89.7 FM NPR News....the beginning of the announcement "I'm Mandie Trimble W..." which at that point the carrier was shut down while she was repeating the WOSU callsign one last time. No formal announcement of farewell nor final goodbye to listeners was made prior to the final shutdown on WOSU-AM.
AM 820 returned to the air on December 17, 2011 by the new owners St. Gabriel Radio Inc. 820 AM then changed its call letters to WVSG, which made its official debut on Tuesday December 20, 2011 at 6pm local time...hence St. Gabriel ceased its broadcasts on WVKO.
WOSU's current programming continues on WOSU-FM at 89.7 MHz.
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