Episode 5

Obstacles

This episode, "Obstacles," was over an hour long. No worries, Jazzy did a fine job of editing the hour-long recording to a respectable 32 minutes. Like many of our conversations, it starts with a topic, a prompt, and then "it goes."

The episode is difficult to pin down. We begin with dreams. Jimmy tells a near nightmare story; somehow, Jazzy connects us to home repair. Then, we ricochet into the internet, carom into comparisons of humans and plants, and hop over to the Green Party. We bounce around and each time we touch down, we collect ourselves by remembering our topic -- "Obstacles."

Eventually, we come to understand obstacles are approached through problem solving. Or are they? In response, Jimmy suggests we go for "slow." Even in sex, Jimmy suggests we go for "slow." Phreddie connects the sex talk to one his favorite scenes from THEIR EYES WERE WATCHING GOD by Zora Neale Hurston, and Jazzy questions how we move through our perceived obstacles.

As the end of the thirty minutes approaches, Jimmy and Phreddie tell stories of right and wrong, and that right and wrongness is a barrier, and a barrier is a type of obstacle. Right?

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Fred M Schill

I like to do. I like to make things. And, I like telling stories. I tell stories to myself and to others.

First, a short biography, which is, of course, is a story. I was born in Cleveland, played sports, and attended university. Later, after a few years in the radio business, I returned to university to study education and literature.

With a teaching certificate in my file folder, I began working in high schools, first as a strike-breaking scab substitute teacher in Cleveland's far suburbs, and then in Chicago, mostly in private high schools.

Cleveland and Chicago. My two main towns, and I escaped them both. Presently, I live in a tiny, isolated, mountain village in Spain. I am reluctant to write the name of the town because I don't like tourists. When the tourists arrive, they look at me as if I am an animal in a zoo.