I Remember Bruce
In early January in
New York City, if you look up at the sky at 1100 hours, the sun is already
on the wane as if it were 1400 hours. During this dark season in 2009,
thoughts drift back to 1971 when I began the air cargo beat and the
guys I knew from Qantas Freight.
The first QF Freight sales and marketing
type we knew was Gil Philaba (left).
Gil was from another generation, a genuine
old school gentleman who practiced his craft first from a city office
here in New York, then later from an office building on the Sunrise
Highway near JFK.
I have always loved driving on the Sunrise
Highway, which runs east to west, because in the daytime the sun is
always coming or going.
Gil and I had lunch once in a small restaurant
adjacent to the train stop near his office.
I got the feeling while we ate and exchanged
pleasantries that he couldn’t wait to hop the train and get the
hell out of that neighborhood.
The boss of Qantas Freight in the Americas
during that era was George Stark.
George (pictured second from left in photo
below) was a great nuts and bolts cargo guy.
He
was also a pillar of the O’Hare Air Cargo Association where he
loved to play golf, as I recall.
In 1980 when we showed up in California
to give him our Man of the Year award, he was bemused and somewhat chagrined
that a local labor beef had resulted in security observers posted in
The Sir Francis Drake Hotel on Powell Street with a commanding view
of Qantas House where George worked.
Thinking back to that time, it should
have been apparent to anybody in commercial aviation that someday our
business and art might become a target.
The first time I met Bruce McCaffrey he
was sitting in Gil’s chair in that Sunrise Highway Building.
But Bruce, who I always considered one
cool customer, didn’t stay in New York for long.
Bruce headed to LAX and was the founder
of Qantas Freight in Southern California as the LAX West Imperial Cargo
Center was created in the 1980’s.
It
is worth mentioning that Bruce, in a move of true grace and humanity,
appointed Terry MacDonald, who was the great belly cargo guy from Eastern
Airlines and sat atop EAL Building 9, as the man to take his regional
seat in New York when he flew off to Lotus Land.
Terry, (left with wife, Annette) like
Bruce, might still be there except for a grim accident that claimed
the love of his life, Annette, on that very same Sunrise Highway just
a few miles from the Qantas office after a Christmas party.
The next time I saw Bruce was at LAX in
2005.
He was, of course, older and operating
pretty well despite having suffered a stroke.
Bruce was always proud to deliver on budget
for Qantas Freight.
I remember we exchanged memorabilia and
did a story on Bruce. We felt lucky to have that opportunity because
at this point he almost never appears in print about anything.
At that time we suggested a trip down
under, but Bruce, who checked everything with the home office, could
not get us a bump up to Business Class and the trip idea fizzled when
I thought of 14 hours with my chin to my knees.
When word came that Bruce McCaffrey, the
straight arrow guy I had known for many years, was in a price fixing
beef with the U.S. DOJ our first reaction was disbelief.
Now about a month after we met in The
Oyster Bar in Grand Central Station and spoke to Bruce McCaffrey for
the third time in twenty-five years, we can only marvel at the spirit
and determination that Bruce, a guy who once lived for air cargo, now
gives to himself.
It’s worth mentioning that once
upon a time Bruce was a Pan Am Clipper Cargo guy, back when those people
of the big blue meatball were breathing more air in the cargo area than
all the other international carriers combined.
Not for nothing, but modern air cargo
as we know it began with people like Bruce.
Geoffrey
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