Gather ‘round the fire and let uncle T.J. tell you a story. It was back in 1776 and I was 35 years of age. I was all buckled up in my desk at school ready to jet set into the world of adventure and learning… unfortunately, it was the last day of school. I was sitting there eating a hearty bowl of Cheerios when I realized that I had 1 hour to finish my exam. The exam counted for all of my classes. If I failed this, I knew I knew I would fail the year, be tarred and feathered, shot like a dog, and castrated, so I figured I’d better try. I started on question 1, where most people normally start. We could use our notes and this was a hard question. I looked all through my notebook. Up and down, left and right, highways and byways, you name it, that’s how I looked for it. I couldn’t find it there, so I got a book from the teacher’s desk. The book said “Kama Sutra” so I figured it might just be what I was looking for. I looked through the book and learned a lot of new things, just nothing that would help me answer that damn question. The teacher came over to me, took the book from my hands, and slapped me down like a walrus on the water’s edge at night break. I had 15 minutes left and so I booked it. I jumped out the window, ran to the 7-eleven, got myself a Slurpee, then from there I went to every museum, library, and hunting and fishing show I could find. I got back to my desk with one minute left. Just then, some kid hit me with a book and I remembered the answer. I put “uncle T.J.” down nest to the question, which asked “Name” and I was satisfied. I don’t remember what I got on that exam, but it was all good. I went up and turned my exam in, went to get the “Kama Sutra” again, and, to make a long story short… Gather ‘round the fire and let uncle T.J. tell you a story.