I usually speak in a Chicago voice... gritty, blunt and often a little angry, but this morning I want to talk in a quieter, folksier tone, like something out of one of my favorite books, Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters.
The Morning Chalkboard
Just a typical Chicago guy juggling fatherhood and bachelorhood. I’m an old trading floor broker who drives around in Chet the Ford Lemon and lives by the river. Most of these stories are life lessons meant to make you laugh, cry, and think. The “Chalkboard” is a daily post scribbled on the blackboard in my kitchen ... it has become my morning ritual, a bit of therapy and a small win to start the day. All Chalkheads are welcome to ride along.
Sunday, July 6, 2025
July 6th, 2025
Saturday, July 5, 2025
July 5th, 2025
Yesterday didn’t work out the way the schedule had it drawn up. It all started with another insane text from west of Mannheim and everything west of Mannheim just kept kicking me in the throat.
July 4th, 2025
Today’s Chalkboard came a little later than usual, but sometimes that’s how holidays go. Especially when the echoes of July 3rd linger in your head like a John Philip Sousa march played just a bit too loud last night. The hangover’s not just from a couple drinks, it is the full-throated weight of nostalgia, gratitude, a cigar and maybe one too many bratwursts.
Thursday, July 3, 2025
July 3rd, 2025
I’m going to keep my mouth shut today (edit)
Wednesday, July 2, 2025
July 2nd, 2025 An ode to a broken down Arb clerk
July 1st, 2025
We are always getting ready to live but never living.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
Monday, June 30, 2025
June 30th, 2025
Last week, the car I just bought took a shit on me.
Sunday, June 29, 2025
June 29th, 2025
Saturday, June 28, 2025
June 28th, 2025
I could be snotty and say my life has been something Shakespearean... grand, tragic and layered with poetic meaning.
Friday, June 27, 2025
June 27th, 2025
It is already the last Friday of June...