When I got my first job in a dealership, the 1955 Buicks were
selling so well the plant in Flint was working 3 shifts.
(Hassan named me "Buckeye John")
Raised on Buicks, always will be a Buick
Graduated from The Ohio State University
Graduated from General Motors
Institute, Flint Michigan
Drafed into the US Army where I
taught NATO troops how to repair RADARs on our
Nike Guided Missles, aimed at Russia and Red China.
Buick Motor Division Service Rep for
Taught at the GM Training Center in
Tarrytown, NY, when needed.
44 years a Buick and Pontiac dealer.
Now we lease cars to local people so
they have wheels.
Invited to join the Conference Call by
92 Union Turnpike - Rt. 66
Hudson, NY 12534-2616
Statue of Liberty is down the Hudson River about 120 miles.
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Age 5, checking out my Dad's 1937 Buick, on the beach of Brevoort Lake, Michigan.
My good friend Jerry Flint died Saturday
August 7, 2010. He was the Forbes Magazine Auto Editor. What a loss.
With my friend Jerry Flint, Auto Editor for Forbes Magazine and many other
Jerry Flint and me, Dec. 30,
WE ARE the "Honest Dealer" Jerry Flint refers to
in this Forbes Magazine article. Below are photos of Ken and his wife
in our showroom, on February 15, 2006
"My Memories Of Jerry Flint" Presented 10-16-2010 at a
service at St.Chardin on Hudson, Stuyvesant, NY
I'm John Noecker. In the early 1960s I was the "Buick Factory Man" in New
York City, and after that I was the Buick and Pontiac dealer in Hudson, NY for
44 years. Now I lease used cars to local people and we include all the
servicing and maintenance at no extra charge.
OF Jerry Flint for many years, but had never met him. Then I read an
article that he wrote on August 16, 2006 about my customer, Ken Hummel.
Ken, as many of you know, died while polishing the wheels on his beloved
Pontiac Solstice. I was Ken's dealer and had sold him the car on Feb 15,
2006. I brought along 3 pictures of Ken and his wife taking delivery
of their new car.
Jerry wrote in his article, "Ken had an honest dealer."
I contacted Jerry and told him I was the "honest dealer," and offered to buy
On December 30, 2008, Jerry walked into my showroom, and I immediately
felt as though I had a new friend. Our ages were less than 3 years apart.
I brought 2 pictures of that day with me today. They are back on that
Jerry spotted the Ohio State logo on my wall and started telling me about
a King Midget car built in Athens, Ohio, that he had driven from coast to
coast, and wrote an article about. I owned a King Midget that I
bought from the same factory in Athens, Ohio for $850. New. The King Midget
was a 2 passenger car that looked like a WWII Jeep. It had a Briggs and
Stratton one cylinder motor, a 2 speed automatic transmission, and a top
speed of 35 mph. I drove my King Midget to Alabama, where I was
in the Army. My job in the Army was teaching NATO troops how to repair the
RADARS on our Nike Guided Missile sites in Europe, aimed at Russia.
Jerry served in Europe in he Army. I taught European troops in Alabama.
Jerry graduated from college in 1953 from Wayne State University. I
graduated from college in 1955 from Ohio State University.
Also in my showroom, Jerry spotted my telegraph key and Ham Radio station
that I use when I'm talking with Hams around the world by Morse Code. He
told me of his Morse Code experience in Europe where he decoded messages for
his Army Intelligence Unit in Germany,
Jerry was a General Motors history buff. I am too. He
was on the outside looking in at GM, and I was on the inside looking out.
Several times he commented that he liked spending time with me because I
was the only one left who knew what he was talking about.
"John, you're the only one left who knows what I'm talking about."
Believe me, I enjoyed every minute.
When he would pick me up to go to lunch, he'd always hand me the keys to
whatever Press Car he was driving that weekend, so I could try it out and
tell him what I thought of it.
The last lunch we had together was with Kate, at the Plaza Diner in
Jerry had some important information to give to Bob Lutz, but Bob had
retired from GM, and Jerry didn't know where to find him.
Fortunately, I knew Bob's personal e-mail address, and I gave it to Jerry.
The next day I told Bob what I had done, and he said he had heard from
Jerry, and thanks for the help.
A month later, I was about to send Jerry an e-mail to set up our next
lunch when I got the bad news. I noticed my wife suddenly started watching
me real close and giving me a lot attention. I could not get
Jerry off my mind, and his memory will always be right here in my heart.
When Kate invited me to come here and say a few words, she specified no
more than 2 minutes. I asked Bob Lutz what I should
say, and he said to keep it up-beat and keep it short.
Kate, thank you so much for inviting me. And thanks to all of
you for letting me share some of my memories of Jerry Flint my
To Celebrate Jerry's 80th Birthday, Kate invited 40 of his
best friends to come on June 18th, 2011, to drink a toast to Jerry along the
Hudson River, in front of their house:
I love to say "I'm a Buckeye"
I got the following e-mail from a
young lady in Kansas, who is connected with the GM Smart Auction:
From: Boone, Cassie <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Subject: RE: 2010 LaCrosse & Regal plant
To: "'Noecker66'" <email@example.com>
Date: Wednesday, July 22, 2009, 9:56 AM
Just a question, from
beginning to end who long does it take to create and then build and ship
My answer follows::
In a typical GM
plant, cars come off the end of the line at 55 an
From a dealer
standpoint, we have ordered a new Buick and had it
delivered to us off the truck in as little as 10
days. That is the exception, and probably the
factory needed orders badly, so they actually
started to build the car before they even got our
order for it.
If nobody had
ordered it, it would have been built and sent to a
regional warehouse, and the "factory men"
(District Sales Mgrs) would then have to get on
the phone and try to cajole their dealers to help
them out and take a couple more cars (that are
already built and in storage).
As a car is going
thru the process of being built, its many
components and sub-assemblies may be made in
locations far away from the final assembly plant.
Dash assemblies, electronic components, wiring
harnesses, gas tanks, brake parts, seats, carpets,
tail lights, etc etc. They all have to be built
and and sub-assembled and shipped on a very
precise time schedule, so they reach the assembly
plant (like Fairfax), only minutes before they are
needed. It's called "Just-in-time", and the
Japaneses are the ones who came up with it,
to save money.
So at the assembly
plant when a certain car is destined to be
assembled at an exact time, first the frame starts
moving on the line. The tires are unloaded from
the railroad box car that comes right into the
plant, and they are stacked in the exact sequence
so the right size tires are mounted onto the exact
wheels and sent on to be mounted onto the car.
Basic components are mounted to the frame, and the
body has to be perfectly timed to meet the frame
and be bolted to it, as it travels down the line.
Each component in turn meets the car, and is
assembled to it. Each part has to be the exact
correct one for that particular car.
Now back to the
original question. As the dealer, I order
the exact car my customer wants. Up until the
time the body gets painted, the color can be
changed to match my order. Up until the time the
interior trim color and quality choice must be
specified, I can change it to match my customer's
wishes. Same with the sound system, and all the
options, etc. So when I ordered that car that
only took 10 days to get, much of the car was
already built, and the factory compared my order
to what was in production and un-spoken-for, and
did a match-up.
Someone did a study
a few years ago, and decided GM could build
100,000 cars, with every one of them being
different from all the rest, because there are so
many combinations of options.
If you stop and
think about it you'll conclude that it can't be
done. Yet every day Fairfax cranks them out
at 55 per hour, and they are beautiful and almost
perfect. Impossible, but there they are.
I was the Buick "factory man" for NY City, I
would drive to work down the
Side Highway, and I would look at all the
tall buildings, the heavy traffic, and everything
that goes on in New York City every day, and I'd
say to myself, "This is not possible". Yet
every day it functioned. Millions of people did
their job, went home, and we all made it thru
The same thing
applies at the
Fairfax Assembly Plant. Every piece of a
new LaCrosse, every nut and bolt, every stitch in
the upholstery, every connection in the wiring
harnesses, every person on the line, everything
comes together at the exact precise time,
positioned and tightened to the exact torque,
installed exactly in the right place, and at the
end of the line, the next driver jumps in, turns
the key, and it starts. He drives away to the
storage yard, where the repair crews will read the
inspection ticket that tells them what the
inspectors said about the car. They will
take care of the imperfections before the car is
shipped. Maybe a little scratch from an "OOPS",
maybe a defect in the windshield glass that will
have to be replaced, maybe a seat trim that
doesn't match the car. The final repair people
are skilled in everything, much like the people in
a dealership who have to fix whatever is wrong.
So the long answer
to your question is, it takes years, it
takes months, and it takes a couple
of hours to build a new LaCrosse, depending
on how far back from the final drive-off at the
end of the production line you want to go.
How do I know all
I can show you a
picture of me at age 5 looking under my dad's
Buick, trying to see how it works.
In High School I
was the only boy who some of the mothers would let
their daughters go to out-of-town ball games
with. I worked hard to keep that reputation, and
I always had a car full of good lookin babes.
Never ever an accident, ever. Even to
I graduated from
The Ohio State University, with a degree in
Marketing in preparation for the future. (GO
I graduated from
General Motors Institute in Flint Michigan, where
I sometimes worked on the production line at the
Buick plant, to prepare for the future. (Go
U S Army made me an Electronics Instructor for 2
years, and finally Buick Division of GM made
me their Factory Man for NY City.
Many times I had
to go to various GM plants to get quality problems
fixed as quickly as possible
And finally I got
my life long dream of being a small-town Buick
I'm still part
of a weekly conference call with the
biggest and best of the Buick dealerships
nationwide, still pursuing reliability and
quality control concerns on the cars being built
today. Having a hand in contributing to Buick's
reliability and quality control reputation is more
than satisfying. It's a way of life.
At assembly plants (like Fairfax), the quicker we
fix potential problems, the better. Helping
to keep little problems from becoming big ones is
what we do.
So the next time
you see a new Buick, think of all that went into
it, and all of the dedicated people who spend
their life making it a great car.
I grew up in Columbus, Ohio, and would ride
my bike to the Ohio Stadium with my friends, and run up and down the steps, just for fun. The Ohio State University vs University of Michigan rivalry brings out the best in each.
Go Bucks, Go Blue!
With my BSc Degree from "The Ohio State
University" and my 2 year Certificate from General Motors
Institute in Flint, Michigan, I was heading for the University of Michigan
in Ann Arbor, for a Masters Degree, but Uncle Sam had other plans, and I was drafted
into the US Army, to train NATO troops
and our own GIs, how to repair of our Nike Guided
Missile System radars, on-site, where ever they were deployed.
Fortunately, just our deployment of those
surface-to-air and surface-to-surface missiles in Europe facing Russia and
on the islands of Quemoy and Matsu between China and Taiwan was enough, and no hostile missiles had
to be fired.
Buckeye video I really like. Click here
"John's Philosophy 101"
- click here
I talk with radio Hams all over the world via short wave,
usually by Morse Code. On a recent "Round Table", one Ham commented: "Everyone walks around
complaining, miserable, head down, and negative, while John walks
around with the sun shining on him, with something good to say, every time."
T U OM (that's Morse Code
for "thank you old man").
I am truly blessed in so many ways.
Our Carolina "Home-Away-From-Home"
I fear for our country -- -
Health Care Bill HB 3200. ("Obamacare")
Consider the following:
1) Page 50 / Section 152
HB 3200 will provide insurance to all non U.S. residents, even if they are in
the US illegally.
2) Page 58 and 59
The government will have real-time access to an individuals's bank account and
will have the authority to make electronic fund transfers from those accounts.
3) Page 203 / line 14-15
The tax imposed under this section will not be treated as tax.
4) Page 241 and 253
Doctors will all be paid the same regardless of specialty, and the government
will set all doctors' fees.
5) Page 272 / Section 1145
Cancer hospitals will ration care according to the patient's age.
6) Page 317 and 321
The government will impose a prohibition on hospital expansion.
7) Page 425, line 4-12
The government mandates advance care planning consultations. Those on Social
Security will be required to attend an "end-of-life planning" seminar every five
8) Page 429
The government will specify which doctors can write an end-of-life order.
HB 3200 will not apply to members of Congress as members of Congress are exempt
from the Social Security system and have a special private plan that covers
their retirement needs.
Judge David Kithil
Marble Falls, Texas
At age 76 you are not eligible for cancer treatment.
HB 3200 Online:
Why a Buick dealer?
I was born in a second floor bedroom of a rented
house, because the Big Depression was on, and we couldn't afford to go to
a hospital. Later we moved to the north end of Columbus, Ohio.
Columbus is a
great city. Always has been.
I started delivering newspapers at
age 10 (it was legal for a kid to work back then), and in
the summer time I also worked at the local Olympic swimming pool, which was
managed by the North High Football Coach, Mike Hagley. A wonderful man.
house had a screened porch on the side, where I slept at night during the hot weather.
No one had home air conditioning.
A number of the older boys in the neighborhood had
old cars, most of which
were "hot rods" or wanna-be hot rods with noisy mufflers. I soon learned
that I could tell which one was coming down my street just by the sound of it. Pretty
soon I could tell what brand of car was passing by without even looking at it,
just by the sound it made. Each brand of car had its own distinctive engine and
drive train sound, and each sounded different.
One of my paper route customers, Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Regal, introduced me to a
self-made electronics genius, Mr. Warren Bauer. He had a Ham
Radio station, W8IJV, in his cellar, and he could talk by microphone and
by Morse Code with other "Hams" around the world via short wave. Pretty soon I
became totally focused on electronics. Not a bad thing for an
I made my own portable radios, some
of which had loud speakers, and some of which used head phones. I would
carry one along on my bicycle as I delivered my newspapers on
Saturday afternoons, tuned in to the Ohio State football games on WBNS. WBNS
still carries every Ohio State football game, home or away.
Columbus was and
is still totally focused on Ohio State football. Ohio Stadium was a
20 minute bicycle ride from my house. I soon became convinced that Almighty God Himself
a big Ohio State fan, and the Ohio State Marching Band music is what you hear
after you die and are marching into heaven past Saint Pete. It's like no other,
and hundreds of thousands of Buckeyes know it.
I can't imagine what life would be without it.
Another little radio
I built was mounted on an upside-down metal cake pan as a chassis. It had
one tube, a regenerative circuitry, and was powered by dry-cell batteries, one
to power the filament, and one for "plate" voltage for the tube. I
listened to Radio Australia and the BBC (British Broadcasting Company) with it. My bedroom was the attic, converted by my dad into a
perfect place for a young boy with hobbies. I put an ad in the local
community weekly newspaper, "The Booster" which said "Give your old radio to an
ambitious young boy to learn from". A half-dozen people did. My antenna was just a long piece of
copper wire purchased at the
local hardware store, tied around the telephone pole in the corner of my back
At night before going to bed, I would tune
several of the big old 13-tube radios to WOSU, the Ohio State
University radio station, after it went off the air at 8PM, so that when it
signed back on the air at 7AM I was awakened by "Good Morning!
This is radio station WOSU, the Ohio State University in Columbus, Ohio.
And now we invite you to enjoy some music by John Philip
Sousa." And away it would go, booming and blasting " Stars and
Stripes Forever" and all the patriotic march songs, for 30 wonderful minutes. Those big 15 inch speakers on those ancient 13 tube "console" radios had a
sound all their own - so full, rich, and vibrant. Those old radios that people had given me as a result of
the newspaper ad consumed
enough electric power to heat a house, but what a wonderful sound to wake
In my spare
time at school and at home, I read every electronics book and magazine I could get my hands on. I would write a letter to the manufacturer of each radio I
would acquire, asking for any owner or technical manuals they might be willing
to send me. Every one of them was unbelievably
generous. My "Life In The Cheap Lane"
lifestyle had very early beginnings.
In June, 2005 I applied for a got my Ham Radio Operator's License from the
One of my favorite people in the whole world
was my Aunt Trudie.
She had a beautiful 1940 Chevy Master Deluxe Club Coupe. At age 17, I
bought it from her with $400 that I had earned on my newspaper route. And
then and there I decided that cars were going to be a very important part of my
life. It was an 11 year old car, and so beautiful.
I soon got the reputation of being the
most careful driver in Lancaster High School, and when we had an "away
game" in another town there were parents of several good-looking girls whose parents would not let them go to
out-of-town ball games "unless you ride
in John's car".
I loved to drive. Still do. Never an
accident of any kind in over a million miles. Never. None.
I bought a 1937 Hudson Terraplane 4 door sedan for $85. The kid who
had it had
painted it light blue, using some sort of a flit gun hooked
to his Mom's vacuum cleaner. The wiring harnesses were badly
I meticulously unwrapped the wiring harnesses and replaced every wire, one
at a time. A labor of love. To this day, I am known as
"The Wiring Harness Guy" by some of the Buick Factory Engineers, because when all else
fails when trying to fix a troublesome car, chances are you have a wiring
My younger sister,
Sandy, learned to drive
on that stick shift car. We called it "the blue goose", because the front grille
design. The lower part of the grille stuck out farther than the top part,
similar to the "dust buster" look of the early Pontiac
When my friend Jerry Westenbarger hit a tree with
his 1940 Dodge, I also bought his car from him, paying him 40 dollars for it. I
promptly removed the damaged hood, fenders, grille, everything except the
vital stuff, like the radiator and bumper. I got a lot of attention
driving around town, looking like a hot rod, until my insurance man saw it
and popped my bubble. Darn. It was fun while it lasted.
I found a guy with a little body shop who was willing to replace the whole "nose" and
paint the whole car for $80. and make a normal car out of it. I drove it
to Indiana to visit my friend Chod Douglass and then sold it when I got home.
A month before my high school graduation, I
went job seeking. I didn't want to go to college because I had seen the
way college kids act, and I didn't want people to think I was like that.
went to the Chevy dealership's Service Manager and asked for a job,
then I went to Jess Holiday, the Ford dealership's Service Manager, then to Al Bleucher, the Buick Dealership's Service Manager. Each of them gave me the
same answer: "First go to college and get the 'book learning' (that's
rural Ohio talk), and then I'll give you a job". This was NOT the answer I was
looking for. When I told my
Dad , they
said "Well then, you better go to college like they said." No
sympathy. So one week after graduation from high school I was
a freshman at Ohio State. Three years later I was a graduate of Ohio
State. I went year-round, including Summers to get it over-with as quickly as possible.
the same time I worked at a Standard Oil (SOHIO) gas station in Lancaster on weekends, and at
a radio repair shop near the campus in Columbus. owned by Fred Oberle and his wife Lee during the week while
going to school, so I'd have some spending money and a ready-made excuse to not
go "out with the boys" and get into trouble. No spare time is
good for a kid.
One week after
graduation from Ohio State I was the newest mechanic in training at Dinsmore
Buick in Lancaster, Ohio, and I very soon learned why Buick customers are
so loyal to Buick and to their Buick cars. Buicks are different and
they are better.
My boss, Alden Dinsmore, was an ex-Buick
Factory Service Representative, who encouraged me to enroll in a two and a half
year co-op program at General Motors Institute, in Buick's home town of Flint,
Michigan. A month at school and a month working, back and forth all year
If you have ever done something and enjoyed every single
moment of it, then you know what attending GMI was like. It was this boy's
dream of how life should be.
Mary Berra graduated from the same school
25 years later. It's been re-named now,
Kettering University, and it's not owned by General Motors anymore.
The military draft was in full force at the time I was attending GMI, and I
could feel them breathing down my neck, so again I doubled-up on courses,
scheduling two during the same hour, and I completed everything in just a year and
a half. I think I'm the only GMI student to ever have done that - -
something about "you can't be in two places at the same time". They would not have
let me do that had I been anything but an "all A's" student, and the
Dean was an ex-military man who understood. It pays to get all A's.
I would attend the at-the-same-hour classes first one and the
next time the other. Then that night I would have a couple of my
classmates tutor me on what I missed that day. It was commonplace to help
each other that way when the need arose - - not unlike the way the GM dealers
helped each other during the big GM strike in the 70s.
Adversity often has an up-side to it if you are willing to adapt to the
I was in the U.S.Army at Ft. Benning,
Georgia before my graduation ceremony from GMI. They had to MAIL me my
diploma. Uncle Sam needed me.
I hated the inefficiency of the Army.
They put me in electronics school in Ft. Monmouth, N.J.
It was so boring I kept falling asleep
in class, and then I would get a perfect score on the exam. At one point I
was called into the CO's office because they couldn't figure out how i did that. They thought I must
be hiding some past experience from them, but I wasn't - - I just
liked it and appreciated the potential it held for improving our quality of life
in the future.
I've always had a knack for "aceing" written tests. I
taught my son Robert, how to
do it, and he used it to help him get through MIT with three (3) BSc degrees,
and then on to the University of North Carolina medical school, with almost all
"A's". A's are good.
When my Army classmates
went overseas to man the Army's Nike surface-to-air missile sites,
they kept me at Redstone Arsenal, Alabama, (now Marshall Space Center), as an
instructor to teach our troops what I had just learned in school as a
student. I taught not only OUR GI's, but I also taught NATO troops
from West Germany, Italy, Finland, Sweden, Norway, Belgium,
Netherlands, and Turkey how to repair the Nike Missile system radars out
in the field where they were deployed world-wide. Fortunately, we never
had to use them in combat. Very fortunately. They were good
missiles, and the Nike Hercules had nuclear capability. It was a very
nervous world at that time.
I saved up all my leave time so I could
get out of the Army 30 days early, and I was put on the road by Buick
Motor Division of General Motors as a field Service Representative
a month before I was officially discharged from the Army. Prioritizing everything
may be one of my better traits. One of the dealerships I called on as the
"Factory Man" was the Buick dealer in Hudson, NY.
Buick soon promoted me to Owner Relations
Manager of the New York Zone and then to Service Representative for all of New York
City. The Big Apple. They don't give THAT job to no chimps.
That's a REAL job and I LOVED it. Forget
everything bad you ever heard about NY City merchants. They
treated me with utmost respect.
have stayed with General Motors forever, but my long-term desire to be a Buick
dealer was gnawing at me, and when the Hudson dealership became available,
I had to go for it.
The chain of command above me were all friendly toward me,
and I was pretty sure they would approve me for a dealership. I had
very little money, and Hudson was the only one I could afford. That was
September 21, 1964. I was the youngest Buick dealer in the nation.
Most non-business people have no appreciation for how hard it is to run a
General Motors has done a lot of things right
including some great products.
They rarely ask me for my
advice, but I have found that if the time is just right, I can influence the the world's largest corporation to go in my direction.
To openly confront a giant like GM would be real dumb, but a "bump" or a
"nudge" at just the right time and place can get results. The
people who run the world's largest corporation have to make decisions just
like you and me, and they often they have very little data to base a decision
on. That's when a bump or nudge can work to everyone's favor.
I am very
comfortable associating with the biggest of the big, and I enjoy doing so when
the opportunity presents itself.
Some of my favorite slogans are:
"Our job is to sell 'em, not to keep 'em", "We lose a
little on each car but we make it up in volume" and of course,
"Come say 'YES' to NOecker deal". (our jingle)
Over 15,000 cars have gone down the road from our little corner of Hudson, NY, and still
we get a real "high" every time we watch the tail lights of a car we just
sold or leased, going down the road with the car's new owner or lessee behind the wheel.
It's something we never tire of, like breathing, and eating, and sleeping.
The other thing we never tire of is getting to meet so many people we would
never have known otherwise.
Some of our employees, customers and
business associates have gone on to live with Jesus. I want on my tombstone: "Jesus,
Family, Country, Buckeyes, Buicks."
My wife recently said to me:
"You haven't changed one bit since you were a teen-ager."
I take that as a compliment. Another thing my wife said also
appealed to me. She said "You're always six months ahead of everybody
else, aren't you."
For the last few years, beginning around 2004,
I realized something was happening in the car business that wasn't good. I
BEGGED the top GM "Car Czar", Bob Lutz, to put together an economy OPTIONAL power train for
every Buick model, AND name it the "Super" option. It would be a
power-train that gave exceptional gas mileage USING EXISTING COMPONENTS, SO THE
COST OF OFFERING IT WOULD BE MINIMAL. Apparently, he could not convince
the "powers that be" that it would be a good idea. But he DID
establish, at my urging, the tradition of a big vertical-bar grille,
portholes, nice wheels, lots of chrome, big tail lights, a sweepspear down the
side, and instrumentation that older folks can feel comfortable with as they
upgrade from one model to the next.
maneuvered our dealership so we could gracefully exit the franchises, while
keeping all the GM services we enjoy and use daily. I doubt there is
another dealer in the world who is in our position. We cut our expenses
dramatically, and "jumped ship" on 2-22-08. By the time the big
"crash" in the car industry happened in June 2008, we were "recession
As the economy gets worse, we gain
June 2008 will go down in history as the date
the car business changed forever. Charlie Rose interviewed the top
man in GM and asked why he didn't see this coming. The answer he got was
"Nobody saw it coming." He gets paid $14,000,000 a year
FOR LIFE, and he didn't see it coming.