Ury Priel
I remember as if it were yesterday - Ury and I arrived together at the guard desk at the bottom of the stairs.
Being aware on my Pentecostal upbringing, he mused,
"Vaughn, the Christians say 'Jesus Saves',
do you know what the Jews say?"
"No.", I said.
"Moses Invests."

Had I only listened.
He could clearly see the coming residential land rush, esp., in Sunnyvale.


I always thought that Ury was a brilliant manager, by the way he treated me.
Ury totally believed that the Carrot is mightier than the Stick, a departure from many other managers of the period.

Here is a little story about the gun.

The Gun
The others saw him coming, but they couldn't warn me. I was blasting away with my rubber-band gun (made on company time, during slow periods). Ury walked straight up behind me, and nailed me cold.

He said, "Get a standard coat-hanger, and bring it to my office". I did not think that this was going to be good.

Instead of beating me with it, he proceeded to fashion a first-rate orange-peel gun. We got an orange, and he demonstrated by firing off a few rounds of one-inch square pieces of orange peel.

This was my boss's boss. A lesser individual would have taken the gun, and given me a stern lecture.

He knew he had my attention, loyalty and diligence for the duration. Very savvy.

I followed Ury to MMI. So did many others. Done with Pee-air, the jackbooted thug, who was ill-suited for high-tech management.