On a particularly dank and rainy day Byron come to see the old man at his office. Byron shuffled by the secretaries and salesmen and hid his gaze under his hat. The old man looked up from his desk to see Byron standing there, white as a sheet. The old man reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle and poured Byron a stiff drink.
Byron “Bud” Horton was a meat man. He was the proprietor of Bud’s Meats Incorporated. It was 1943 and the war was going full speed ahead. Bud had his cutters working two shifts to keep up with military and government contracts. Bud had all the business he could handle. He was making money in amounts he could have never dreamed. Bud and the old man shared some accounts. M.L. Davies Company would take care of a ship’s produce order and Bud would take care of the meat. Bud had become very close with a local Navy supply officer. Bud had an exclusive deal to supply all of the Navy ships in the Northwest with meat. One day the supply officer mentioned a possible commission deal with Bud’s Meats Inc. He informed Bud that the Navy may consider opening up the process to bidding. Bud felt compelled to hang on to the business.
Bud and the old man were no strangers to paying “commissions” to captains and crew members on ships. They paid commissions to agents, brokers, captains, ship owners, and dock foremen to name a few. Paying commissions to active duty military personnel was something that made Bud and the old man very nervous. They would present military buyers with non-cash gifts like booze and sporting event tickets. Bud and the old man would take these guys out and entertain them. But the idea of cash payoffs rarely ever came up. But here was Bud facing just this dilemma.
The purchasing agent wanted a cash payoff. One of the ways the suppliers would handle commissions on commercial vessels was to over bill the ship’s owner for items. This extra money would be used to pay the crew members. Ship owners were often located hundreds if not thousands of miles away and had no way of ever verifying the quantities that were delivered to the ships. In the case of the military official wanting a cash payoff Bud had but one choice. He would have to “overweight” the invoice. He couldn’t charge higher prices as the prices were fixed on a contract with the government.
Bud had been rolling tons of meat through this pipeline up until the fateful day. On this day he showed up at the ship and the FBI was waiting with a scale. They proceeded to weigh each item and match the weight against the amount billed on the invoice. The buyer had been busted by the Navy for accepting payoffs from other suppliers. In order to lessen the severity of his court martial he had been coaxed into turning over as many suppliers as he could. Bud was screwed at this point. He was literally thrown under the meat wagon.
When he got to the M.L Davies Company office at 1111 Western Avenue he was pretty shook up. He went on to tell the old man that he expected to be able to plea out the case. Bud explained he would say that was the first time the weights had been off. He would blame it on the scale at his facility. He was hoping for a fine and maybe a slap on the wrist. He confided in the old man that the FBI may have more evidence than he knows about. He drank his drink and admitted he expected the worst to happen. M.L. Davies Company had a different position in this case. They hadn’t appeared to have ever paid cash commissions on a military contract. At least they had never been accused of it.
What the produce company would do for military was still a little shady. The military buyers would order items that were “off contract”. These were usually items the government deemed to exotic or expensive for the military. M.L. Davies Company would deliver the off contract items and bill them for extra items. They would bill the ship for twenty sacks of potatoes; deliver five sacks of potatoes and peaches and nectarines and cherries that would never show up on the bill. Since the merchandise was perishable there was no way for the government to audit these transactions. Bud wasn’t going to be so lucky.
When the case came to court the FBI had been weighing Bud’s orders for a while. Bud went forward with a plea bargain. He never mentioned the faulty scale. It was clear that Bud was quite a character. He was a local legend and participated in many philanthropic endeavors. He was well known by the federal attorney. They worked out a deal where Bud could keep his business going while he spent one year on McNeil Island. They equipped Bud’s cell with a phone and he ran Bud’s Meats Inc. from his cell.
Bud liked my grandpa and also took a liking to my dad. Bud once flew on a Boeing 707 with a test crew to India. They hunted a Bengal Tiger and brought the trophy back with them on the plane. He was one of the first American’s to ship meat to Saudi Arabia. He knew sultans and kings and princes and princesses. He was personal friends with Bob Hope and chaired the Hope Heart Washington division. Years later when I was in the ship supply business I met Bud. He never talked about McNeil Island. Once in Vancouver, Washington when we were loading a grain ship the longshoremen shut down the port. I spent an entire day and night aboard the S.S. President Adams with Bud. We sat in the galley with the ship’s crew and Bud told us tales of his adventures and travels around the world.
Bud was a true character of old Seattle. He owned to old Wharf restaurant down at Fishermen’s Terminal. He told me that he never wanted to be in the restaurant business. He explained to me the guy got so far behind on his bill the only way he could pay Bud was to sign over the restaurant to him. Bud always looked up to my grandfather. Bud lived well into his 90’s. I used to see him all the time. We continued the relationship he had with my grandfather. We would split the ships order. He did all of the frozen items and I did the rest. I hadn’t thought about him in a long time.