Memories of Bradley

James “Brad” McGee, 57, of Rye and Boca Raton, Fla., died Wednesday, Nov. 4, 2015, in a fatal plane accident off the coast of Breezy Point in Queens, N.Y.
He was born in New York City Oct. 23, 1958, a son of the late Norman and Barbara (O’Brien) McGee.
Brad graduated from Carmel High School in Carmel, N.Y. with the Class of 1976 and from the U.S. Naval Academy in Annapolis, Md. in 1980. A veteran of the U.S. Navy, he served on nuclear submarines and retired as Captain from the Naval Reserves with 22 years of service. He also earned his M.B.A. from Harvard Business School.
Mr. McGee was presently the CEO of two companies that he and his lifelong friend and business partner, John Callaghan started; New Rye Securities and iCrowd. Brad held a number of Senior management positions at Tyco International from 1993–2002. He played a critical role in driving Tyco’s rapid growth from a $3 Billion Dollar Sales Company to a $40 Billion Dollar Sales Company while creating a market value of well over $100 Billion Dollars for Tyco. He served as both a senior vice president and executive vice president and officer of the Corporation fulfilling the responsibilities of chief strategy officer. Brad served as President of Tyco’s Speciality Products. Within the community he led Tyco’s initiative to create its United Way Volunteer Action Center.
Brad was warm, intelligent, insightful and very dedicated to his wife, family and friends. He truly enjoyed running along the beach with his dog Casey. He was an all-state distance walker in New York State and later excelled twice as an Ironman triathlete and marathon swimmer. He operated his “light sport aircraft,” a fixed-wing Flight Design model out of Portsmouth International Airport at Pease.
He leaves the love of his life and best friend, Terri S. (Reid) McGee of Rye; his best canine friend, Casey; his sister, Kimberly Mayer and her husband, Shawn of Raleigh, N.C.; his three brothers, Jeffrey McGee and his wife, Wendy of Chesterfield, England, Barry McGee and wife, Kim of Overland Park, Kan., and Philip McGee and wife, Catherine of Cherry Hill, N.J.; 12 nieces and nephews, and 5 great nieces and nephews.
Visiting hours will be Thursday, Nov. 12, from 5 to 8 p.m. at the Remick & Gendron Funeral Home-Crematory, 811 Lafayette Road, Hampton.
A liturgy of the word will be held Friday, Nov. 13, at 11 a.m. at St. Theresa Church, 795 Central Road, Rye Beach.
Burial will follow with military honors in the Central Cemetery, Rye. Relatives and friends are respectfully invited.
The family requests that flowers please be omitted. If desired donations may be made to the New Hampshire, S.P.C.A., P.O. Box 196, Stratham, NH 03885 or to a charity of one’s choice .
Please visit RemickGendron.com to view Brad’s memorial website, to sign his tribute wall or for directions.

Some random memories of Bradley*, from rooming with him 1/c year at USNA, through Nuke School in Orlando, FL and Nuclear Prototype in Windsor Locks, CT:

  • Having a phone in our Academy room (this was 1979/80; landlines were expensive and non-trivial, especially in Bancroft Hall) made us very popular with people. I also got to where I could rattle off “Brigade MIS Liaison Officer’s room, Brigade MIS Liaison Officer’s roommate speaking, how may I help you?” pretty quickly, since the phone was on my side.
Our Brigade MIS Liaison Officer at work
  • Six rounds (six? I think it was six… might have been six) of drinks at the O’Club in the Yard after we were notified that Rickover had accepted us into the nuke program. Bradley introduced me to Long Island (lawn guy land) Ice Tea. Good thing Mother B was just a couple hundred yards away. And we could use the elevator to get back to 4th deck.
  • Bradley laying his hands on an old Jaguar while we were going through prototype, then pulling out the catalytic converter to allow it to use leaded gasoline. Worked great, except the gas gauge never showed the right level, which was only a big deal if a roommate needed to borrow the car in an emergency and hadn’t been fully briefed…
Back then we all worked on our own cars. No computer diagnostics needed!
  • Brad making up a huge batch of tuna noodle casserole and eating that through a week of prototype training; then making a huge batch of mac & cheese, and eating that through the next week. Repeat. It was just fuel, he had other things on his schedule.
  • Brad going through startup, success, bigger success, and crash & burn after Harvard. Nowadays that’s standard; back then, it prompted soul-searching. He sat himself down, decided what he liked doing and what he was good at, then researched companies to find the best one to give him those opportunities. He did what it took to get himself an interview with Dennis Kozlowski at Tyco; after that, things went pretty well.

Rest in peace, Bradley.

*He was actually James Bradford McGee. I called him Bradley, because… I dunno, the idea of a nickname that sounded like a formal name tickled me. Alas, my dad was unaware of Brad’s true given name, and referred to my roommate as “Bradley” during Commissioning Week. In front of Brad’s mother. Who proceeded to give him the full and complete history of the Bradfords, going back (I think) to the Mayflower. For several years afterward my dad referred to Brad as “Bradley — Brad! — BRADFORD!” Brad’s mom had a very strong personality.

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