{"id":17837,"date":"2022-07-07T11:21:19","date_gmt":"2022-07-07T18:21:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/exhaustnotes.us\/blog\/?p=17837"},"modified":"2022-07-09T00:31:16","modified_gmt":"2022-07-09T07:31:16","slug":"admiral-gordon-smith","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/exhaustnotes.us\/blog\/index.php\/2022\/07\/07\/admiral-gordon-smith\/","title":{"rendered":"Admiral Gordon Smith"},"content":{"rendered":"

From time to time Gresh and I have written about a few of the great people we worked with over the years.\u00a0 For me, Gordon Smith is at the top of the list.\u00a0 Gordon was the real deal:\u00a0 Movie star good looks, charisma, Ivy League credentials, war hero, successful senior executive, successful entrepreneur, and a man who deeply understood what leadership is all about.\u00a0 \u00a0I worked for Gordon in the early ’90s, lost track of him for a couple of decades, had dinner with him about 3 years ago, and learned of his passing about a year and a half ago.\u00a0 Gordon had 92 years on this planet so I guess he got his money’s worth, but knowing he is gone makes the world seem a lot emptier.\u00a0 He was a little frail when we last met, but he still had his razor sharp mind, his Boston accent, his full head of hair, and his amazing wit and gracious charm.<\/p>\n

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Gordon Smith as a young naval aviator.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Gordon Smith was a naval aviator (a carrier pilot and commander) who flew 244 combat missions in Korea and Vietnam.\u00a0 He’d been shot down, he’d been run over by an aircraft carrier after a failed catapult launch (keel hauled, he called it), he’d been decorated for valor numerous times, he was one of the top people in Naval Intelligence, and the list goes on.\u00a0 I can’t do his Navy career justice here, but I strongly suggest you take 5 minutes and read the tribute one of his fellow admirals wrote.\u00a0 I’ll give you a couple of links at the end this blog.\u00a0 Trust me on this:\u00a0 Gordon Smith was one hell of a man and a true leader.<\/p>\n

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Commander Gordon Smith in action aboard the USS Oriskany.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

How I met Gordon is an interesting story.\u00a0 I had been laid off at Aerojet Ordnance and I took a lower level job at Sargent-Fletcher, another So Cal aerospace company.\u00a0 \u00a0Sargent-Fletcher was a nice company but I wasn’t happy with the culture there and after six months, another offer floated in for a VP-level job in Orlando (it came about as a result of my earlier job search).\u00a0 So off I went to make my mark in Florida building military lasers, where I loved the work but hated the area.\u00a0 Central Florida, to me, was heat, humidity, and cockroaches so big they fought you for the covers at night (the Floridians call them palmetto bugs, but you can’t fool me; those things were cockroaches).\u00a0 \u00a0I knew I had to get back to southern California.\u00a0 I don’t mean to insult anyone with my comments about Florida, but it is what it is.\u00a0 You’re young; you’ll get over it.\u00a0 Mea culpa.<\/p>\n

The call came in from Sargent-Fletcher early one Friday morning after I’d been in Orlando for six months.\u00a0 They hired a new president (that would be Gordon Smith), he heard about my brief pre-Orlando stint at Fletcher, and he wanted to meet me.\u00a0 On Saturday, the next day.\u00a0 It was a redeye flight, I forgot to bring my dress shoes, and the next morning I was in Gordon’s office in a suit and tie and my running sneakers.\u00a0 \u00a0We had a good interview and he asked me what I wanted.\u00a0 I gave my Miss America answer:\u00a0 A meaningful position, a chance to make a contribution on a winning team, you know, the standard Miss America “I like long walks on the beach and I want to work for world peace” bullshit interview response.<\/p>\n

Gordon smiled.\u00a0\u00a0“I mean money,” he said, rubbing the fingers of his hand like he was counting cash.\u00a0 “How much do you need?”<\/p>\n

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Gordon Smith around the time I worked for him. His leadership skills were incredible.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Hmmm.\u00a0 I guess I should have thought about that earlier, but truth be told, I had not.\u00a0 \u00a0I gave an obscenely high answer, which I regretted even before I finished saying\u00a0 it.\u00a0 I was desperate to get back to southern California, and I just blew it, I thought, by being greedy.<\/p>\n

Gordon smiled.\u00a0 “The number I had in mind was…” and then he offered $2K more than what I had said.\u00a0 \u00a0I kind of locked up mentally.\u00a0 \u00a0Let’s see, I thought, he asked how much I wanted.\u00a0 I said X.\u00a0 \u00a0He came back with X plus $2K.\u00a0 I had studied negotiation tactics.\u00a0 It wasn’t supposed to work that way.\u00a0 I didn’t know what to say.\u00a0 Gordon smiled.\u00a0 He knew.<\/p>\n

You should never accept a job offer immediately, but what could I say?<\/p>\n

“I’m your boy.”<\/p>\n

“What are you doing for dinner?” Gordon asked.\u00a0 My mind was still thinking about what had just happened.\u00a0 I had a flight back to Orlando the next day.\u00a0 I told Gordon we hadn’t made any plans, and he said, “Good, come to my restaurant for dinner.”<\/p>\n

“Sure,” I said.\u00a0 “You already have a favorite restaurant here in So Cal?”\u00a0 I knew he had just become the president at Sargent-Fletcher.<\/p>\n

“I own a restaurant here,” Gordon answered.<\/p>\n

“You own a restaurant?”\u00a0 Sometimes, I can be incredibly smooth.<\/p>\n

Gordon’s restaurant was the Nieuport 17, and it wasn’t just a restaurant.\u00a0 It was one of the swankiest dining experiences in the world.\u00a0 It had (as the name implied) an aviation motif.\u00a0 When Sue and I pulled up and gave our keys to the valet, a tall, elegant man in an exquitely-tailored suit approached.\u00a0 “You must be Joe, and you must be Sue.\u00a0 I’ve heard so much about you.”\u00a0 It was Wilbur, Gordon’s Nieuport 17 partner and co-owner.\u00a0 Wilbur escorted us in to the lobby, which was decorated with photos of famous aviators and astronauts.\u00a0 Gordon’s picture hung on that wall.\u00a0 Wilbur saw me eyeing the photos.\u00a0 My gaze fixed on one autographed by Neil Armstrong.\u00a0 Yes, that Neil Armstrong, the first man on the moon.\u00a0 “Neil is usually here,” Wilbur said.\u00a0 “If he’s in tonight, I’ll introduce you.”<\/p>\n

Gordon joined us and asked if we’d like a tour of the restaurant.\u00a0 It was awesome.\u00a0 All the wait staff were dressed in some sort of pseudo-Navy nautical uniform.\u00a0 The chefs and their helpers damn near snapped to attention when we entered the kitchen.\u00a0 \u00a0It was “Good evening, Admiral,” and “How are you this evening, Admiral?” all around.\u00a0 All hands were on deck.<\/p>\n

When we (we being me, Sue, and Gordon) sat down for dinner, Wilbur came over and asked if he could join us.\u00a0 “I haven’t had dinner yet,” he explained.\u00a0 Sure, no problem.\u00a0 Wilbur asked what we liked best from our prior visits, and I explained it was our first time in the Nieuport 17.\u00a0 \u00a0Wilbur showed some surprise, and then he held his arm up and snapped his fingers.\u00a0 Suddenly, there were at least eight waiters and waitresses at our table.\u00a0 “Bring Sue and Joe a sampler of everything on the menu,” Wilbur ordered, and the wait staff went to battle stations following those orders.\u00a0 \u00a0We weren’t hungry after sampling literally every main course, but hey, I couldn’t be impolite.\u00a0 We both went with the chicken with Morel mushrooms.\u00a0 It was heavenly.<\/p>\n

I spent four years at Sargent-Fletcher, and on every one of those days I couldn’t wait to get to work in the morning and I always stayed late in the evening.\u00a0 I hired on as the QA director, and then one morning Gordon called me to his office to tell me he had just fired the engineering director.\u00a0 “Wow, that’s a bold move,”\u00a0 I said.\u00a0 “Who’s going to run Engineering?”\u00a0 Gordon looked at me and smiled.\u00a0 I knew.\u00a0 I had a new job.\u00a0 “Okay,” I said, “but who’s going to take over Quality?”\u00a0 Gordon continued to look at me and smile without speaking.\u00a0 Okay, so I’d be wearing two hats for a while.\u00a0 A year or so later, I had another call to come to Gordon’s office, and he told me he had just fired the Operations director.\u00a0 “Wow,”\u00a0 I said.\u00a0 “Who’s going to run the plant?”\u00a0 Another Gordon smile, and now I was wearing three hats.\u00a0 I loved that job, we had the plant back on schedule in short order, and Gordon kept showering me with raises.\u00a0 His idea was to pay people more than they thought they were worth.\u00a0 It worked.\u00a0 But that wasn’t the best part. Gordon would tell me what he felt the company needed; he never told me how to go about making it happen.\u00a0 He knew how to lead. Find the right people, pay them more than they think they want, then get out of their way.\u00a0 \u00a0It was awesome.<\/p>\n

Here’s the link about Gordon’s career<\/a> I mentioned earlier.\u00a0 \u00a0If you would like to read about Gordon’s decorations for valor (including the Silver Star), those are here<\/a>.\u00a0 Rest in peace, Admiral Smith.\u00a0 You earned it.<\/p>\n

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