Trustee

The legend of Doug Smoller began in a shtetl in 1912. I remember it well – it was a cold & dreary day; actually, all of the days were like that, so perhaps I’m mistaken about the year. I was born into a family of circus acrobats, the 12th of 37 children. Although our ambitions were high, unfortunately we were all flat-flooted – thus making it impossible to perform on the high-wire. Thankfully, back in those days, people were more forgiving, and embraced the dangerous stunts we performed mere inches above the ground. In 1953, we moved to the U.S. of A., lured by the promise of pickle-farming. Alas, as we soon learned, pickles cannot be farmed – for they are simply cucumbers soaked in brine or vinegar. Undaunted, we sought fame & fortune amidst the bright lights, palm trees, and famous celebrities of Central New Jersey. It was here that we found a home at Congregation B’nai Tikvah – at least until they asked us to move out (apparently the synagogue isn’t zoned for residential use). Today, I proudly serve as a Trustee – or so they tell me. Given that I’m 112-years old, they could tell me anything and I’d believe them. I’m just happy to have a place to go once / month for Board meetings – a place I sincerely hope you’ll consider joining b/c CBT is truly family for all who belong.