One of my mentors passed away this week. He was my first manager – and one of the best that I have had. Dick was a Boy Scout. He was a Scouting Professional. I was very involved in Scouting in Barstow, then San Jose, and finally (at least finally as a boy member) in Sonoma Mendocino Area Council. Dick was the scout executive for Mendocino County at the time, and the Camp Director of Camp Navarro.
I didn’t think I was going to write about this – but today on my bike ride through San Francisco, I encounted not one, but two banana slugs. If you look for images of these guys on Google – they are not cute or cuddly. But they always make me smile.
Dick hired me for two summers to be the Camp Naturalist. Why he thought a math and computer science major should run the nature program at camp is something I never understood. But it was the job he picked for me. And in the redwoods, there are banana slugs. We always claimed that the orange ones (I will generously call it ‘umber’ – but the color almost demands a less attractive name) were vanilla, the dark brown ones chocolate, and the spotted ones were butterscotch. We had many a young camper convinced that this was true. So comig across two (vanilla) banana slugs today – in San Francisco – was enough of a sign that I should write a little bit about Mr. Hacke.
Dick knew how to motivate, and how to read the staff. We were paid almost nothing (I think I got $30/week), but there were people clamoring for jobs. We would work until we were tired – and then Dick would know it was time for a swim – or a game of football – or the best of all, a water fight.
Dick claimed that he only took a two week vacation each year (a claim I am pretty sure is accurate), and that two week vacation was spent taking whoever could make it on a two week backpacking trip in the Sierra. The year I went there were over 70 of us.
I also went snow camping with him, and tackled the Garcia, Gualala and Navarro rivers with him.
But it is the management insights that I carry with me. He really invented management by wondering around (and a Boy Scout camp is a big place)[update - Mary points out that I probably meant "wandering around" - but wondering works too]. He would make sure that everyone knew that they were important to the operation of the Camp. He would find hidden talents (me – a naturalist – or a leader of songs at campfires?).
I still remember the day when I was riding with him on some task – to the scout office on Western Avenue in Petaluma. I addressed him as Mr. Hacke. He told me that I could call him Dick. And from that day forward he was Dick. What an honor and privilege to have spent quality time with Mr. Hacke, with Dick.
[If you knew Dick, a foundation has been set up in his name to support the camps that he loved]
Jim on October 28th 2007 in Uncategorized