Percy Spencer never graduated grade school. He was orphaned by his father, and given away by his mother to his uncle who died when Percy was seven. Percy learned early if he wanted to get anywhere, he was going to have to get there himself. In 1906 at the age of 12, he began to look for work at a mill where he discovered that despite no training, he had a knack for electrical engineering. He explored this further when he joined the Navy in 1912 and after World War I found a job working for the American Appliance Company.

I turned 41 this year.

I’ve always felt like a perennial 20-something who somehow woke up and found himself violently thrust into the body and world of an actual adult. I’m not an adult the way my parents were adults, at least not as I remember them.

There were hints of immaturity, sure. My father and I spent entire weekends together opening up boxes upon boxes of baseball cards in the late 1980s, searching for the hottest rookie cards of players such as Mark McGwire, Barry Bonds, or the elusive 1989 Upper Deck Ken Griffey Jr.

But at the end…

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I’ve been going through a bit of a mid-life crisis lately. When you hit a certain age, I’m not sure how the switch gets flipped, but dammit, one way or another it gets flipped. And it was that switch that caused me to buy the kayak that nearly killed me.

Most of my life was spent battling different forms of anxiety and depression. I’ve been on medication for a couple of decades and have had various periods of time with therapists. I’ve also been overweight since I was about 11 and I can trace many of my issues to problems…

I despise Lima beans.

I’ve eaten them just twice in my life. The first time, I was seven. My mother had made a batch as a side, probably to go along with a roast or pork loin of some kind. They were cooked in some salted water, drained, tossed with some butter, a little salt and pepper.

I had never seen these things before. “They look weird,” I thought to myself. “Just try them,” my mother said. “They’re delicious.”

I didn’t know then but this was just one of a laundry list of lies my parents had told and would…

When I entered Seton Hall University in North Jersey in the Fall of 1996, I entered with the intent of starting over. I knew no one, no one knew me and I could ditch the nerdy kid who had just a few months prior graduated high school.

On the morning of my freshman orientation, I walked in with a fresh pair of jeans, a Hootie and the Blowfish t-shirt, backwards hat. I picked a table where the kids looked cool, but not too cool. …

I’ve always been afraid of death but I imagine most people are. I’ve met people who claimed they weren’t for one reason or another, be it because they belong to some sort of hippie commune or perhaps a church. But I always assume those people are liars.

I had been brought up Catholic, but when I was 12, my father went through a phase where he became very involved in the Baptist church. Since we were kids, we got dragged along. Not just to typical Sunday mass but often on Thursday nights as well for a prayer service. …

Tom Iacuzio

Ehh, I dunno. I write sometimes?

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