I’m coming up with this theory as I get older…
…that I need, we need to take care of our village.
Village?
I’m still working on the definition, but it is basically anyone who has crossed our path and is still around.
It could be your best friend since kindergarten…
…or the girl you had a fling with after your divorce.
Your last great uncle in Midlothian…
the receptionist at your office…
the guy you worked with at the beginning of your career…
or the elderly neighbors down the block who used to drink beers with your parents at the neighborhood tavern.
Anyone you have come across through the years who still lingers. I really think we need to start putting them on the agenda.
Can I drive you to your doctor’s appointment?
Do you want to go to eight o’clock Mass?
I’ll pick you up Tuesday, let’s grab a cup of coffee at the diner.
Meet me at the bar for a pint so we can shoot the shit.
Once a stranger… usually an acquaintance… now a friend.
I’m not saying I need to become Mother Teresa or Oskar Schindler, but I think it is time to be the guy who sweeps the shed.
Time to show up more. Time to stop blowing off chances to make life a little mo betta’.
I floated this idea the other night with a couple of my dearest friends. I ran it by my mother-in-law. Now I’m bringing it to the Chalkheads.
The other day I vented about Hazel… and I got a shit ton of support.
And at the same time, a handful of villagers needed a little JumboLove themselves.
This Chalkboard and my willingness to be transparent hasn’t just helped me. It is helping people inside this village that I didn’t even realize I was building.
708-215-0700.
That is the number for the head villager. The heavyset kid who is just trying to hold this thing together as we all get a little older.
Put it in your Rolodex and use it if you need some JumboLove.
I’m not climbing ladders or cleaning your gutters, but I will do my best to help make the best out of the worst.
Today is Peach Cobbler Day.
I love a warm cobbler with a cold dollop of vanilla ice cream.
And yeah… I really love those two-legged Hoosier peach cobblers smothered in smoochie.
Happy Monday, Chalkhead Nation….
…Gusto and astonishment for everybody.
