Well, that was the longest stretch we’ve gone without a Morning Chalkboard in almost eight years of chalking.
I come back and find out over a thousand folks are stopping by the blog on a daily basis. The other day in the LaGrange Park Ace, a lady asked if I was the guy behind the Morning Chalkboard. She said she and her husband read it every morning...
...and her husband calls me a modern-day Paul Harvey. That one made me smile. My Oldman would be proud.
People have gotten used to knowing when and where the sun rises and sets, what the moon is up to, and what season is creeping around the corner. That reminds me, these next two mornings, a couple hours before sunrise, the crescent moon will cozy up with Venus and Jupiter. I’ll try to snap a picture with my crappy cell phone camera and hope the sky cooperates.
Today’s quote hits hard: “The biggest prison is a home without love.”
It doesn’t matter if it’s a studio in Berwyn, a Chicago bungalow, a cabin in the woods, or one of those Lego-looking mansions in Hinsdale. Without love, it ain’t a home. Same goes for the heart. If it can’t love, it’s nothing but a jail cell.
We have seventy-three days until trick-or-treaters hit the street, a hundred until Thanksgiving, and somewhere in between 93.9 FM will flip the switch to wall-to-wall Christmas songs. With the humidity and thunderstorms that we have had lately, the last thing I want right now is Nat King Cole crooning about tiny tots.
But I’ll admit it...
...August rain has smelled damn good these past few days. Second only to the sound of snow falling in December.
Alright, you Chalkheads, the board is back. Let’s get it on and find astonishment today.
