William J. Postner

1938-2007

In August 1964, several days after taking the New York Bar exam, I first met Bill as we started work at the Max E. Greenberg law firm. We worked there until February 1980, when we formed Postner & Rubin.  I saw Bill nearly every day for 42 years.   

Many words come to mind as I think of Bill:  intensity, integrity, humility, decency, loyalty...

One incident stands out in my mind.  When we moved into 17 Battery Place, Manhattan, we sought membership in the Whitehall Club atop the building, having a commanding view of the New York harbor and a beautiful dining room.  An interview was required.  After the interview, Bill received a call that he was admitted but that the club did not take my "kind."  I  urged Bill  to join so that we could entertain clients there.  He refused to join without me.  Eventually both of us gained membership through the efforts of a client.

Bill followed an exceedingly high standard in the practice of law.  He pursued each matter with the same meticulous attention, regardless of its size or the ability of the client to pay. By example, Bill set the standard to which we all aspired.

Bill brought a keen, wry sense of humor to every situation.  During the eulogy given by his daughter Marya, she recounted that knowing death was near, Bill sought counsel from a hospital physician.  As the physician entered the room, Bill said , "I don't know where to start, I've never done this before."

Bill faced death with the same understated dignity that he lived his life.

                                     Bob Rubin 

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