
"I got asked to write Peaceful Places Chicago for a few reasons—I used to be a travel editor at Rand McNally, I still do travel writing in addition to other things like Chicagoans, and I’ve lived in the Chicago area for 15 years. But my secret qualification is that I really hate loud noise. Fortunately, I mostly work at home, but a girl has to leave the house sometimes. So, this book.
About a week later, I was browsing ads, looking for a part-time job, and stumbled upon a post from the Chicago Messenger Service looking for bike messengers. “Large downtown courier service adding to biker fleet,” the ad read, leaving out the “in the dead of winter” part. Although the weather has been nice the past couple of days, I doubt I would be up for delivering packages and letters at breakneck pace, when the weather could deteriorate at the change of a traffic signal.
Desmond was both self-destructive and remarkably resilient. Marlan recounted her struggles with bipolar disorder, paranoia, and bulimia. One morning in 2000 she drank drain cleaner that destroyed her stomach and esophagus.
"Illinois Pet Cemetery is the oldest pet cemetery. It's a family-run business, started in 1926 by my grandfather. He got the idea during the first world war, when he saw one in France. He got killed in a car accident in 1930, two weeks before my father was born, while he was out selling a headstone. The steering wheel went through his chest. At the time of his death, he had a pet ambulance service and a pet newspaper, the Pet Lover's Review. He also sold pet insurance.
This week's Chicagoan: Gary Bloze, owner, Illinois Pet Cemetery
First-person accounts from off the beaten track, as told to Anne Ford "Illinois Pet Cemetery is the oldest pet cemetery. It's a family-run business, started in 1926 by my grandfather. He got the idea during the first world war, when he saw one in France. He got killed in a car accident in 1930, two weeks before my father was born, while he was out selling a headstone. The steering wheel went through his chest. At the time of his death, he had a pet ambulance service and a pet newspaper, the Pet Lover's Review. He also sold pet insurance.
"My grandmother ran the cemetery from 1930 to 1972, and she made it her life. Her name was Marie C. Bloze. She was a very personable person. She really loved to talk with people. Especially after a death, everybody needs to talk.
"When the Limelight opened, I was in high school. Andy Warhol was going to be there. It coincided with a family trip to Chicago, and I remember lobbying my father: 'Please, can we just drive by it?' If you could work where Andy Warhol hung out, that was OK with me.
"I'm adopted, and my parents got me when they were older. They were both active in World War II. Gardening was just something you did then. In 1997, my husband Peter and I moved to a condo and didn't have a garden. After seven springs of 'Aaaa! Must garden! Can't garden!,' I found this recipe for stacked tomato salad. I was like, 'This would be so much better with your own homegrown tomatoes.' That was the last straw. One morning Peter said, 'Should we go look for houses? Wait, should we go look for yards?' We ended up buying a yard with a house attached to it.
"I didn’t know till I was an adult that I was dyslexic—someone had to point it out to me. As a kid I taught myself to read with comics. My first one was an Action Comics with Superman. I think he was out in space fighting some alien menace.
"About six years ago I was back into reading comics heavily, and I thought, 'You know, I could probably write one of these.' So I found a friend to draw it, and we started making comics together. I wrote about six issues of my first comic, Honor Brigade. Then I wrote two books based on one of those characters, Toy Boy.