A Road Well-Traveled. Thomas Walsh

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СКАЧАТЬ iron ore from the mines had tires that were taller than three men. Massive ships carried iron pellets for blast furnaces from the northern Great Lakes to steel mills in the Midwest. Furnaces for making steel were 20 stories tall. Rivers of molten metal flowed into huge casts to be formed into intermediate shapes called ingots, slabs or billets. Finishing mills up to a half mile long rolled steel into sheet for autos and appliances, bars for rod and wire or beams for construction. Production was measured in millions of tons.

      Operating the business was like running a bigger than life erector set. Men with engineering and metallurgical backgrounds dominated upper management. The executives that ran the fully integrated steel companies thought in terms of ever increasing production capacity measured in millions of tons; theoretically, to reduce the cost per ton by spreading the investment over more production tonnage.

      However, many foreign competitors with more innovative management focused on new lower cost production techniques such as continuous casters to eliminate the intermediate step of making ingots, slabs or billets. They viewed smaller increases in production capacity coupled with quicker, more flexible production cycles as being the way to reduce the cost of producing a ton of finished steel.

      The new approaches eventually won out. Because of the very long life cycle of steel making facilities, American companies were saddled with obsolete high cost capacity for decades. Some survived and eventually became stronger companies. Others failed or were acquired by competitors.

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      The steel business was always perceived as a dirty business with rough and tough people. But beneath that harsh demeanor, Tim remembered the courteous and caring way that people were treated by the company and each other. Maybe it was just the time in the country and world. People were respectful. You weren’t just an employee. You were a person. You had a family. You had feelings. People said “please” and “thank you”. People cared about you.

      The collegial and casual atmosphere that permeated the steel business during Tim’s tenure eventually changed, as companies were forced by the harsh realities of competition to become much leaner, efficient and more profitable. Tim often thought of his years in the steel business as the lull before the storm that engulfed American manufacturing industries. Ignorance was bliss.

      CHAPTER 2

      SKI

      Ski’s last name was a jumble of 20 consonants and vowels ending with the three letters ski. It was a name that was impossible to pronounce for everyone except the Polish people who lived in the Calumet region on the far southeast side of Chicago where Ski grew up. Non-Poles started to call him Ski when he was just a kid and the name stuck.

      The Calumet region and much of the area along the southwestern shore of Lake Michigan in Illinois and Indiana developed into a major industrial complex of steel mills, refineries, foundries, electric generating plants and chemical companies. The proximity to cheap transportation on the Great Lakes, canals and rivers attracted heavy industry to the area in the 1800’s. The development of a major rail hub in the Chicago area made it an industrial powerhouse in the early 1900’s.

      The area Ski grew up in the 1920’s and 30’s was a cauldron of pollution. Smoke billowed forth from massive industrial chimneys darkening the sky. Waterways were dumping grounds for all sorts of industrial waste. But, the Poles and other immigrants attracted to the area for jobs didn’t care. Smokestacks pouring pollution into the sky meant there was work, jobs, food, clothing, housing and the chance of a better future for their families.

      Ski was a happy-go-lucky kid. He had a thick head of hair which tended to hang down across his brow, a broad smile and an impish look in his eye. Ski was a great baseball player and could dance the Polka with gusto long after the dance floor cleared. The girls loved him. He graduated from high school. College was never a consideration. He got a job with the same steel mill that his father, brothers, uncles and cousins worked at.

      World War II dramatically changed the face of the region. Ski and all the eligible young men were drafted to fight in Europe and the Pacific. Mexican immigrants were imported in vast numbers to temporarily replace the draftees. It was said that there were more Mexicans in the area during the War than anyplace else except Mexico City. They called themselves Chicanos. America flexed its industrial muscle to ramp up the war effort. Huge defense department investments dramatically increased production capacity at steel mills, refineries and other war critical industries. The region became a major center in what would be referred to as the “Industrial Heartland” of the United States.

      Ski returned from the war in the Pacific. His job at the steel mill was waiting for him. He married, raised a family and eventually bought a small bungalow in a new housing tract in the area. Each home was the same except for minor variations in color and floor plan. Life was good.

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      At the steel company, Ski moved from the mill floor to a production reporting job and eventually a job in accounting. His strengths were his personality, reliability, loyalty, hard work and dedication. His weaknesses were vision, creativity, adapting to change and no formal training in accounting or college degree.

      Ski loved his job. He lived to come to work. During baseball season he listened to Cub’s games on a radio he kept in a partially open desk drawer. Everyone including management knew but no one ever said a word. That was Ski. Everyone loved him. At the company Christmas parties he was always the first man on the dance floor. When he came back from vacation and someone asked him how it was, he always said he would rather be at work, “Work? Dis isn’t work. Dis is vacation!”

      Over time the pace of change began to get the best of Ski. Management became increasingly frustrated with his inability to adapt to change and the unpleasant surprises that came as a result of it. Ski knew that he was no longer appreciated by his bosses. He also knew he had nowhere else to go. At 60 he was too young to retire. He wanted to get 50 years in to fatten up his pension. Most of his friends were at the steel company. He decided to hunker down and accept whatever happened. He was a simple man. Ego did not enter into his decision processes. Ski kept his thoughts to himself, except when he was with friends. And even then he spoke quietly so no one else would hear. He was a survivor.

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      When it happened, it still took Ski by surprise. Tim was promoted to be head of a newly formed business unit that included Ski’s responsibilities. Ski now reported to Tim. While Ski was not happy, he accepted the change. But the old timers who were friends of Ski’s didn’t take it quietly. They were shocked that a staid old steel company would put a young, wet behind the ears MBA like Tim in a position of responsibility over Ski. Every chance they had they made snide remarks about Tim. They worked to undercut him whenever they had an opportunity that did not reflect badly on them. While the old timers were upset about what happened to Ski, what they really feared was that the same thing would eventually happen to them.

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      The uproar finally settled into a grudging, low key guerrilla war with the old timers other than Ski. Because he was a survivor, Ski knew he had to cooperate with his new boss. At first he didn’t offer Tim help or suggestions, but when asked he never held back either. Tim knew he had to develop a working relationship with Ski and the people in his business unit. He realized quickly that Ski liked when Tim asked him not only direct questions but his opinion on issues as well.

      “Ski, what do you think we should do about the excess scrap problem at Toll Coater in Michigan,” asked Tim as he read another dismal performance report from a contract steel painting company.

      “Well Tim,” Ski said as he turned around in his chair from the desk in front of Tim and leaned forward so others would not hear what СКАЧАТЬ