About

Hi there. This is the fourth version of my blog. It’s similar to the last three versions, all of which disappeared into the dark nether-regions of the Internet because I bungled the software updates.

I created this website mainly so that family, friends, and long-lost acquiantances could find me via internet search. To that end, I shall now type variations of my name:

Vincent Dominic Viscariello.

Vincent D. Viscariello.

V. Dominic Viscariello.

Vincent Viscariello.

Dominic Viscariello.

Dom Viscariello.

As an updated feature, I shall now include the most common misspellings of my names:

Vincenzo.

Vincint.

Dominick.

Dominique.

Diminic.

Domenic.

Viscarello.

Viscerello.

Viscarellio.

Viscarelli.

From Autumn 2006:

I now live in Jacksonville, right back where I was before. I teach the same classes at the same school, coach the same soccer team, drive the same car, and live in the same apartment I lived in before moving to Illinois. I may as well have jumped forward in time, or slept in a cryogenic freezer, or walked around the country for a year. Nothing lasted. It’s like the last year never happened.

From Autumn 2005:

I now live in the Chicago suburbs, in a little town called Wheaton. I am told that it has the highest ratio of churches to people in the country.

It is the home of the Wheaton Iceman, the Galloping Ghost, the Zephyr of the Plains– that’s right, kiddies, Harold “Red” Grange, God Rest Him. For those who don’t know, he was the first great superstar of the NFL, and started his professional career wearing #77 with the Chicago Bears.

I am hunting for a job in secondary social-studies education and becoming acquainted with this part of the world.

I wish I’d moved up here right after college.

Actually, on the off-chance that one of my wishes were to be granted, I wish I were a 6′3″ billionaire superhero–a flying, invulnerable, all-powerful superhero. Heat vision, x-ray vision, etc. With no strings attached, or catches, or Serling-esque twists on my wish.

And then my second wish would be that I’d moved up here right af– check that. I’d want to relive my time in college. That would be my second wish, but I’d relive it as the superhero.

And then my third wish, for now, would be that I’d moved up here right after college.

DISCLAIMER: To the many who have asked, no, I do not wish I’d never taught at Paxon. I wish that, shortly after reattending college as a superhero, I could have used my superpowers to scoop up Paxon and drop it off up here. I would have then taught at Paxon…as a superhero. However, that’s obviously not realistic. So what you’ll have to do is find a big enough truck, load the school, teachers and students on board, and come on up. And remember to bring about $5 for tolls once you get into the city.