“Leo. Yes, I know you’re listening. You’ve got the tuner set to 1840. Don’t ever spin that dial, kid. Because the music you need… isn’t on any chart. It’s in the space between the stations. Keep listening. Keep believing. And keep your feet on the ground… but keep reaching for the stars.”
Leo froze. He never told anyone about the broadcast. But every night, he tuned to 1840 FM. Casey was there, spinning ghosts and gold. Until the final night of August, when the signal faded to pure static—and then, silence. Iheart Radio Station With Casey Kasem 1840 Fm
But on the last tape Leo ever made, just before the hiss swallowed it whole, you can hear Casey whisper one more thing: “Leo