The Glory of Late July...
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.
Wednesday, July 23, 2025
July 23rd, 2025
Tuesday, July 22, 2025
July 22nd, 2025
Let me tell you something about barking dogs. Because I have met a few in my time. They sit behind the Goldman desk with their cufflinks and overpriced cologne, acting like their trade ideas are commandments from Sinai. When all they are is an overpriced phone clerk.
Monday, July 21, 2025
July 21st, 2025
Here we go with another Monday. The kind of Monday that separates the doers from the dabblers. While some people are still shaking off the weekend or nursing regrets, I’m already lacing up and leaning in. Because life doesn’t wait for you to feel ready. It just shows up and it is up to you whether you answer the bell or roll over and hit snooze.
Sunday, July 20, 2025
July 20th, 2025
Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion?
Saturday, July 19, 2025
July 19th, 2025
Last night, the sunset didn’t do its job. Neither did the lightning bugs. Neither did my jazz music.
Friday, July 18, 2025
July 18th, 2025
The first habit I picked back up after my Exile West of Mannheim Road was making my bed.
That was my bed again, no one else’s. I got in it alone and climbed out of it alone. So, every morning I made it my way. That simple act gave me a win before the day even got rolling. At night, no matter if the day was glorious or a full-blown shitshow, I climbed into a freshly made bed.
That’s closure. That’s pride.
Thursday, July 17, 2025
July 17th, 2025
A quote from Scotty Fitz to inspire the Morning Chalkboard today...
Wednesday, July 16, 2025
July 16th, 2025
Some wounds never heal right. Some goodbyes never come. Some people never apologize. Life doesn’t always tie up with a bow, but I have been around long enough to know that you can’t wait around for closure.
Tuesday, July 15, 2025
July 15th, 2025
I’ve said it before, and I’ll keep saying it. The key to getting through this life is learning the difference between a friend and an acquaintance. My Oldman drilled that into me, and I’m currently drilling it into the Shepkids.
Monday, July 14, 2025
July 14th, 2025
Some mornings, the chalk just wants to speak plain truth and today's quote nails it.
Sunday, July 13, 2025
July 13th, 2025
I don’t know what I’m more surprised by...
Saturday, July 12, 2025
July 12th, 2025
We were flipping through over 2,500 photos of the Morning Chalkboard, almost eight years of the same board.
Friday, July 11, 2025
July 11th, 2025
Minds are like parachutes: They only function when open. If that is the case, I will probably plummet to the ground most days.
Thursday, July 10, 2025
July 10th, 2025
The other day I was standing at my trading desk, thinking about the Oldman. I often talk to him when I need a down tick to hit my bid or an uptick to lift my offer. On that particular day, I was talking to him about the slow markets, my busted car, and my wonderful ex-wife.