I enjoyed your program. I grew up in Ethiopia and played with other little boys using a stick to push a bicycle rim down the road. It always inspired me as to how simple objects could be to have fun with. I was playing Frisbee Golf and hurt my harm trying to throw it. I am also having more difficulty picking up the frisbee especially from the rough. As a result I started playing with my forge and welder and designed the Flying Disc Launching device. The head is comprised of three prongs that can be configured for left and right handed throwers and can be adapted for all types of frisbees, drivers, fairway and putter frisbees including dog frisbees. I have also attached it to various lengths of shafts and even have an adjustable shaft. It has been alot of fun producing it and thinking about it. I have a provisional patent but now looking for someone to produce it. It has been a wonderful journey. My full time job is a psychologist working with older adults.
Tod Marion

Hi Maxwell,

Glad to hear you enjoyed the conversation! The song that Kurt and Julie are discussing is "Lot's Wife," from the Tony Kushner-Jeanine Tesori play "Caroline, or Change."

Best,

Michael

Great talk! What's the title of that song by Jeanine Tesori?

Your creativity spot reminded me of a story my father told me when I was having a problem, and could not go any further.

My father worked for my Grandfather ( at that time his future father-in-law) who owned his own automotive garage. In those days, he didn't have a lift. Rather, he had a pit.
One day my father (down in the pit), was trying to replace a tramsmission in a car. My Grandfather was looking down trying to help him guide a splined shaft on the transmission into it's mating splined opening in the flywheel.
My Grandfather would say "up, down - to the side - now in" And, of course, ithe parts just would not mate up.
After several tries, my Grandfather said "put it down and come on out".
He got out, they both wiped off their hands, went across the street to a local bar, had a shot and a beer, and then went back to work on the car.
Back in the pit, my father hoisted up the transmission, lined it up - and the shaft slipped into the opening perfectly - the first time - just like it was supposed to.
I don't know if this qualifies for "creativity " or not, but it does point to one of those great "rules of life " if you will -
"When you run into a problem that just cannot seem to be resoklved, put it down, and come back to it later."
But I do love the part about going to the bar !