Dook Snyder

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Unfortunately I’m one of the Snyders who don’t make pretzels. My Dad, Alexander’s claim to fame was seeing Carl Erskine pitch a no hitter for the Brooklyn Dodgers at Ebbets Field which is why he named me Dook, and in the process caused me major grief. A car mechanic, he thought he was funnier than he really was and would drag me to comedy clubs and to the Catskills. My Mom, Gail, taught second grade and treated my Dad like the second grader he often was. I work for an agency that wouldn’t be happy if I told you which one it was but know that I have come to love the Berkshires and have a second home here.

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