A few stories to tell here. I was a reporter and news anchor at WMAJ from '79-'81, spending most of my time in AM drive.
Tod Jeffers: He's in West Virginia, I think, and may be part-owner of a community radio station. At the time I was there, he was a wild man. When the movie "Airplane" opened at the movie theatre just across the parking lot from the studio, he convinced me to skip classes for several days in a row to see the movie several times. Once, during one of his single periods, he had a young and well-endowed woman in the studio with him. He told me later, "She's a national class gymnast, but she's got world class yabos." Tod was the very definition of old school, wild man morning radio.
Here's a name not on your list: Regis (Bulman) McKenna. He was the PD the night John Lennon was murdered. I came back to the studio from covering a story to find the AM studio bathed in candlelight. Regis was on air, well after his PM drive shift was over, playing Beatles music and crying between songs.
Another name from WMAJ: Beth Wilkinson, News Director. She hired me.
As for Warren Williams, a great programmer, I have one story: Both WMAJ and The X carried local news at the top of every hour. The news anchor could monitor either studio, or turn to a third setting to monitor the newsroom (with clack-clacking UPI machines in the background) output only. We were supposed to switch to newsroom output right before the top of the hour, and start the newscast at :00, regardless of how it would sound on either station. It was up to the jock on each station to hit the post on time. Early on after I moved to AM drive, I made the mistake of leaving AM in my headphones, while the jock (Jeffers, I think) was late getting to the newscast. Not five seconds after my newscast ended, Warren blasted the newsroom door open, jamming the door handle into the wall. He glowered at me and yelled that if I ever did that again, I was fired. Then he slammed the door and stomped away. I shat my pants and stayed the hell out of his way for many months. Warren went to Phoenix from SC and won a Billboard PD of the Year award at some point.
One more story, and one more name: Mark Harley, the GM. Harley had just canceled our network audio service to save some bucks. We had been ABC. We were stuck with UPI Audio, which did newscasts but not longform, and fed hourly cuts to affiliates. (The highlight was a daily feature called My Side, which I used anytime a young sportscaster named Keith Olbermann filed one of his typically funny commentaries.) So we were without a network the afternoon that President Reagan was shot. I and another anchor/reporter (her name escapes me) took air for four solid hours, reading wire copy and getting slips of paper with details from jocks watching TV in one of the production studios.
I never made more than minimum wage, and I never loved a job more.