Ed Binkerd has died. He was 78 years old.
You’ve probably never heard of him and the death of someone his age is not remarkable in and of itself. But, Ed was a remarkable man — remarkable for his warmth, remarkable for his generosity of spirit, and remarkable for his charm and wit.
I first met him aboard the Bottom Line, a yacht whose owner has hosted many for an evening cruise or dinner on Fort Lauderdale’s Intracoastal Waterway. There was something about his ramblings and intermittent chuckling that caught my attention. He wasn’t just entertaining; he was intelligent, warm and funny.
He was “between opportunities” as we say of professionals on the hunt for a job. Soon enough, he started a consultancy that drew on his experiences in corporate human resources. But I thought that beneath his talents.
When the first issue of “From the Birdbath” showed up in my inbox, I thought of it as a better manifestation of his personality. Filled with facts (he called them Obscurata), stories of his family (and their dog), observations about current events, and a bit of