Edward William  Penhale

Birth: 3/25/1951

Death: 3/24/2006

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 Ed Penhale passed away on 3/24/06 after three years of battling a rare form of cancer, liposarcoma. Ed was born March 25, 1951 in Concord, New Hampshire to William D. and Mildred (Funk) Penhale.

The article below published in the Seattle Post-Intelligencer and written by Neil Modie, captures the life and spirit of our beloved Ed.

Ed Penhale, 1951-2006: Former reporter had love for policy

By NEIL MODIE
P-I REPORTER

Washington's schoolteachers don't realize it, but they can thank Ed Penhale, the unbureaucratic bureaucrat, for helping get them higher salaries and smaller class sizes.

A year ago, Christine Gregoire was the new governor, putting final touches on her first state budget, when she sat down with Penhale, the blunt-spoken communications director of her budget office. "I've gotta tell you," he cautioned, "as a governor, you cannot go out there and sell a budget you do not love."

At home that night, Penhale's admonition gnawed at Gregoire. The next morning, she halted the printing of the budget, "and that's how we funded education," she said Friday.

Because of Penhale, she recalled, "I realized I couldn't go out there and say I loved it because I didn't love it because it didn't fund the two most important things in the state" -- restoring voter-approved money for class-size reductions and teacher-pay increases. She added that money.

Penhale, who died Friday at his home in Olympia, helped two Washington governors, Gary Locke and then Gregoire, do what he previously did as a reporter with the Seattle P-I: cut through the sometimes foggy language of bureaucracy to make public policy understandable to the public.

After the budget was revised, Gregoire said, "Ed came back to me, and with a little look in his eye, he said: 'Now you love it. Now you can sell it.' "

Despite Penhale's sardonic, curmudgeonly demeanor, "everybody around here will tell you, he and I had a huge connection," the governor said. "We got along unbelievably well."

Penhale's death, a day before his 55th birthday, ended a grueling, three-year fight with liposarcoma, a relatively rare, viciously aggressive form of cancer. But he loved public policy, he loved being at the center of policy-making and politics, and he continued going to work until he became too ill and too weak a few weeks ago.

Directness, certainly more than diplomacy, was a strong suit of Edward William Penhale. Even after switching careers from journalist to bureaucrat, he exhibited a journalist's stereotypical impatience with bureaucracy in the state Office of Financial Management, the governor's budget agency.

"Ed had little use for compound sentences or thoughts" in news releases and staff strategy meetings, said Hal Spencer, a colleague.

"He would slump in his chair to listen to all the clever thoughts and hand-wringing that attend these discussions, and then he would clear his throat and speak. Basically, he would say: 'If you want to look bad, do this. If you want to look good, do this.' "

Sometimes the ex-newspaper reporter would present his advice in the form of two opposing, facetious headlines to suggest the proper strategy for selling the governor's budget to the public -- for example: "Governor Hates Poor People," vs. "Governor Stands for Fiscal Discipline."

Joe Dear, who was then-Gov. Locke's chief of staff, remembered Penhale as "the caring cynic. He did bring a skeptical eye to the political world, but he brought a lot of heart to his work in government and journalism."

Dear said Penhale was enormously talented at enhancing the governor's ability to convey his ideas.

"I just remember him fondly as a guy you're glad was at the table," Dear said. "He was a joy to work with, even when he was being irascible."

A political junkie, Penhale was communications director of Locke's successful re-election campaign in 2000 and was involved in campaign and debate strategy as well as communications strategy.

"I did a pretty good job at keeping the press at bay, I think," the ex-reporter reminisced a few weeks ago. "It was my view that it's always easier to keep the media in line if you always told them the truth."

During a 25-year newspaper career, 14 of them at the Seattle P-I, from 1984 to 1998, Penhale preferred writing about the often mundane world of public policy and politics to the more sensational or glamorous stuff of murder trials and stories about celebrities.

Penhale was editor of the University of New Hampshire student newspaper, in his home state. After graduation in 1973 and a year as a reporter at a newspaper in Dover, N.H., he and his college sweetheart, Regan Robinson, moved west to seek careers.

Robinson recalled Friday that at Penhale's first job here, at the weekly Highline Times in Burien, he liked covering even such government topics as sewer districts because "he understood that where sewers go, development follows."

Penhale came to the P-I in 1984 and covered county government, then courts and then state government in Olympia. Then he decided he wanted to be a player, not just a spectator, in that arena.

In journalism and later in politics and government, "his piece in the whole puzzle was taking the issues and getting the public to understand," said Ian MacGowan, an Olympia lobbyist and longtime friend. "That was an important role, and he was good at it, and he got better and better at it."

Penhale had other passions, too, that fed his restlessness. He was a ski racer in college, and he loved motorcycles. Traveling alone in Southeast Asia in 1990, he recalled a few weeks ago, "I got a 125cc dirt bike in Malaysia and drove all around Malaysia, Cambodia, Thailand, all over the place."

He never married but never lacked for female companionship -- smart, strong women who, after they split up with Penhale, remained friends with him and with one another, MacGowan said.

Penhale's male friends marveled enviously at how appealing so many women seemed to find a sardonic, hunched-over, caustically witty chain smoker.

"He was just terrifically attractive," said Robinson, who remained his companion for 12 years. "Certainly his intelligence was attractive."

Debora Merle, his close companion for the past two years, was with Penhale when he died. His other survivors include his parents, William and Mildred Penhale, of Durham, N.H., and three brothers, David, of Aspen, Colo., Jim, of Vail, Colo., and Tom, of Newton, Mass.

Arrangements are pending.

"Knowing Ed, he wouldn't want services," MacGowan said. "He wanted a party."

In keeping with his wishes, a party for friends is to be arranged within a few weeks.

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Date: 2/10/2011 1:20:28 PM
From:
 STEPHANIE ANNE HUNTER
Message:  I LOVED YOU ED!!! I have spent a few years now busy with my life my problems with men,family ..too busy to pick up the phone,although ive attempted to as I was looking your number email up something someone would stop me by disrupting my train of thought and id put the phone down and make a plan to do so later. later later later now look!! your GONE!!! only if i knew i would have spent more time telling you how much i cared for you. How special our time was together and ..yes,I could possibly be serious someday as he was about me. (despite all my drama ..HE LOVED ME) Ed workd for govenor loke when we met,he often drifted off in long detailed stories about his job and hed probably never really knew how litle I had in common with him and wasnt as informed about politics and what was going on in our goverment as I should have. (or perhaps he did) hed ..explain softly about goingson in olympia and make it easier for me to understand without making me feel dumb. I told him alot about my life and he was a very special confadont and knew drastic very personal things that were tearing my family apart that kept me upset alot. He was always SUPPORTIVE!! Once he said to me as we sat on hi steps..(steph stop it with the self help books..let your self relax,let it all go and read some FICTION WOULD YA? He took me and my daughter out to expensive resteraunts and to movies in seattle. One in perticular he loved was the movie KPAX ED I am sitting at my desk right now Febuary 10 1pm ..and writting this in my dear friend's guestbook. I have sadly just now (at this moment) read about his untimely death. I have so much sadness in me as I havent kept in contact with this man,and never was unaware..when he was dying..(Why wasnt I IN HIS LIFE.. to know this?) he loved me. Very much. We met sometime in 2002 and became very close and I suppose you couldnt call us in a relationship but he made it clear that I WAS a VERY special woman in his life. I CARED FOR HIM TOO! :( we spent time doing all sorts of things..talking on the phone at night on the weekends sometimes for an hour at a time only for him to say as we are hanging up (please get dressed and come down and see me..I miss you and I would...) He loved his family,liked talking about saILING AND ALWAYS ALWAYS BEGGED me to go out sailing with him. (I always declined because I was and am afraid of the water) :( WE had something special and I WISH I had straightened up and setteled down with the BEST MAN i EVER HAD


Date: 4/7/2006
From:
 Kimberly Craven
Message: I was one of Ed's many female admirers. When I first met him, he was already a caustic reporter with the Seattle P-I. I was an intern who had to weather the death of my boyfriend in a car crash the first week of my internship. Ed and another P-I grizzled reporter, Steve Sanger, nurtured me through a very painful time in my life. Imagine my surprise to run into Ed when I returned to Washington at a later time in my professional life. I'd lost touch with Ed these last few years but I'm so glad that Deb was there with him during his final days. I think he'd always felt a little lost, not sure who his friends were and I'm so glad that from the news reports that he seemed happy as he left this earthly plain to hopefully something better. I will miss Ed and his laughter. He was my friend and I loved him - warts and all.