Let me tell you about Stamos Stamos (yep, that’s his full name; so you can call him Stamos, Mr. Stamos, Master Stamos or Stamos “squared” without feeling that you have offended or misrepresented him in any way).
Stamos was born in Trikala.
Stamos got accidentally shot (he’s got two bullet holes in his back) by the cops in Athens (they thought he was someone else) and after recovering moved to the UK where he completed his education including an engineering degree from Plymouth University.
Stamos, along with some other Brits was hired by the big boss man who always had a knack for technical talent ( in Stamos’ class there was also a gent that lived about a block away from Johnny Steele, the Animals‘ drummer from Newcastle upon Tyne). These guys were sent to Montreal for training and that’s how Stamos and I became friends.
Stamos was always a man who forged his own future (I mean if you got shot and were this close to being paralyzed you would consider taking your own fate into your own hands, wouldn’t you?) so back in 90, he decided to stay in Montreal even though the rest of the Brits returned to London Guildford.
Stamos and I lived through a time when mobile communication was on the upswing. It was a time when you did what you did because you had a passion for it, a belief that even though you were making good money, you were also doing some good. Age played no role (we had a crew that ranged from early 20s to late 50s) and what counted was talent, insight, commitment, innovation, vision, perseverance, endurance and respect for experience and initiative.
When I was doing my tenure in Mexico, Stamos was building his house in Florida. When I was rushing to prevent outages in Buenos Aires, Stamos was laying systems in Caracas. We both got together and rolled out the first digital system in South America, in Chile. There was something good about witnessing a remote village being able to dial with a push of a button emergency medical services when in the past they relied on snail mail and word of mouth ( and very fast runners).
Of course we saw other things, ominous things.
It was a time of vision and strategy, romance and reality, when the word “commodity” was restricted to rice, and engineering talent and initiative shone across the value chain (sorry, no room for Porgies at that time !). They were challenging times, but with a little faith you got through !
I mean, when you have to roll out 150 MSCs in a month, you need dedicated people don’t you? When you had to design a fix within 3 hours, and load it on a live switch to return the system to normal load levels (no errors allowed ’cause if the correction backfired and New York 1 went down, (yeah the same switch that relayed a call to Big G. Bush from his wife for the morning groceries)) you needed commitment (and of course a helluva lot of competence).
Stamos being a man that takes his future in his hands has decided to quit the business, leave Montreal and come on back home. He’s gonna be going down to Crete and he’s gonna be getting into a new endeavor along with other friends and family. He figures that he’s got to ride the next wave, the wave that’ll carry him for the next twenty so years.
Good man Stamos, and welcome home !