Not much left to be tempted by these days. Yellow lights are always tempting. Cookies are tempting. A glass of bourbon or a cigar.
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.
Thursday, September 8, 2022
September 8th, 2022
Wednesday, September 7, 2022
September 7th, 2022
I have some hindsight now after five years away from marriage. The biggest weakness that I brought to the table was immaturity.

September 6th, 2022
I always had time to kill after the close when I worked on the trading floor downtown.
September 5th, 2022
“Nobody on the road
September 4th, 2022
The flowers on my balcony are tired and weak. Soon their pots will be stacked to the side for the winter darkness.
September 3rd, 2022
This was the Saturday we all got up early to prepare for the new lineup of cartoons.
September 2nd, 2022
I always thought if I could take a time machine I’d go back to when I was twelve.

September 1st, 2022
The ‘ber is on…. We are officially in the ‘ber. September, October, November and December. When it’s all said and done we will be sitting in 2023.
August 31st, 2022
The sunset followed immediately by the crescent moon setting early was a fine ending for Tuesday.
August 30th, 2022
The one thing I miss about Labor Day weekend is the “Jerry Lewis MD Telethon.” I loved seeing how late I could stay up with my mom and watch the ticker go up on donations.