‘Father of Telecom Valley' recalls birth of Optilink, struggles at DSC, launch of Advanced Fibre Communications
Editor's note: This is the fourth installment of select chapters from “Defining Moments,” the autobiography of telecommunications entrepreneur Don Green (see all the excerpts).
Green founded his first company, Digital Telephone Systems, in Marin County in 1969, growing it to $60 million in sales by 1976. In 1987, he co-founded Optilink in Petaluma. In 1992, he co-founded Advanced Fibre Communications in Petaluma, which grew from three employees in 1993 to 800 in 1998.
He later gave $10 million to help create the Donald & Maureen Green Music Center at Sonoma State University.
Eventually Green would become known as “the Father of Telecom Valley” in Sonoma and Marin counties.
In this week's chapter, Green recounts the founding of Optilink, its acquisition in 1990 by DSC, later called Alcatel-Lucent, DSC's vastly different corporate culture and the starting of Advanced Fibre Communications.
Chapter 54: Optilink
We recruited a team of design engineers and raised enough capital to begin development of our new product, the Litespan2000. It was a complex switching system that allowed larger amounts of information to be sent and received more efficiently and with greater flexibility.
It was 1986, and the telephone industry was just beginning to employ similar systems in its infrastructure. My partners and I concluded that in light of this technological evolution, the development and release of our product was well timed.
Unfortunately, when we went looking for the second round of investors, conditions in the financial markets were not as favorable. The VC market had become more conservative, and investors were reluctant to take a chance on us and our new product. This forced us to try to find alternative sources of capital.
We asked engineers from Bell Systems to give us an informal analysis of our product, in the hopes that they might be interested in buying it. They concluded that they liked the product, but couldn't take the risk of deploying a product of such strategic importance from a company with such an immature balance sheet.
We had in-depth discussions with Seimens, Alcatel, and several other large companies, but none was willing to move at the pace we needed, leaving us financially strapped.
I was growing increasingly worried about Optilink's survival. Then one day we were approached by a midsized company called DSC. DSC made an offer to buy Optilink.
I discussed the merits of the offer with my partners and Optilink cofounder Al Negrin. We agreed that the offer, which involved a complex stock swap, was generous. We also liked that all our employees would retain their jobs. In fact, I'd been asked to stay on and continue to manage the day-to-day operations of Optilink for two years.
I argued that the offer was the answer to Optilink's financial problems. Al agreed, and three days later the sale was completed.
That evening as I was driving home, I found myself smiling, humming along with the radio music, and feeling more relaxed than I had in weeks. Then a disturbing question skipped across the placid surface of my mind, causing a ripple of uneasiness.
What if the company culture of DSC and Optilink were vastly different? I realized that I should have done more research. Given our desperation to save the company and DSC's tight time frame, we felt compelled to act in haste. Well, no use worrying about it now, I thought. Tomorrow was my first day on the new job, and I would soon know the truth.
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My first duty was to have lunch with the CEO of DSC, Jim Donald, in his private dining room. I can do that, I thought. Anxious to meet with my new boss, I arrived fifteen minutes early and presented myself to his secretary.
As I approached her desk, she glanced up from her paperwork and with a puzzled look on her face asked, “May I help you?” I smiled and said, “Hi, my name is Don Green. I have a noon meeting with Jim Donald.”
Her face relaxed. “Oh, yes. You need to see Miss Ross, Mr. Donald's secretary. I'm Miss Bonner, Miss Ross's secretary.” She gestured toward the large oak doors directly behind her desk. “Please go in. She's expecting you.”
It was my turn to look puzzled - his secretary had a secretary! - but I said nothing. Smiling once more at Miss Bonner, I went through the double doors.
The office was large and elegantly furnished, with an oversized mahogany desk and subdued, recessed lighting. Along the left wall sat a long leather couch and an antique coffee table decorated with inlaid wood. I had the strangest sensation that I'd just stepped into Boodles, or some other English men's club. I half expected to be offered a brandy and cigar.