Nick Piccicuto

My name is Nick Piccicuto. Yes it is Italian. I’m told the Piccicutos were butchers in the hills of Palermo, Sicily. It would have been cool to to know them. It is only a quarter of my make-up, however as I am 4th generation American and I am a walking melting pot. The other half of my father is Scottish. My mother is French Canadian which makes me half. This is actually where I get my dark looks from. People hear my name and make assumptions. I was born in Fitchburg, MA. My parents were actually living in Keene, NH at the time and were visiting my mother’s parents when my mother went into labor. This is where most of my relatives were living at the time. Both sides of the family stormed the hospital and made such a ruckus that it made the newspaper. I often tell people that my 15 minutes of fame were my first 15 minutes of life and its been all downhill from there. My parents moved me to Richmond, VA when I was three. Then to Reading, PA when I was 13. I’ve also lived in East Phoenix where I married the love-of my-life, Amy and had my two boys, Donovan and Desmond. We moved to Vermont in 2003 when they were 22 and 2 months, respectively. We landed in a neighborhood that was a formerhippe-commune. It was really just a regular place to live with some interesting history. We adopted our daughter Jasmine in 2013. We now live on the park. I joined the WRVP in 2010 and it is my favorite community endeavour.