Big Mike Glab & The Loved One
That’s Michael G. Glab, according to my drivers license. As for The Loved One, she’s not as much of an exhibitionist as I am. So she’ll remain mysterious in these precincts
We arrived in Bloomington in the fall of 2009. Now it’s home.
The Loved One is an ace graphic designer. She has served as an image creator, art director, and marketing specialist for a variety of publishers, ad agencies, and other companies. She doesn’t want you to know what she looks like.
I, on the other hand, am shameless. Here’s what I look like:
The Loved One is rolling her eyes as I type.
I’ve been a journalist and author for — yikes! — more than a quarter of a century. I’ve written for a bunch of Chicago newspapers and magazines including the Reader, the Tribune, the Sun-Times, Chicago magazine and many more. I’ve also written a ridiculous book about the ridiculous life of a Cubs fan, called Coping with the Cubs: A Memoir of Depression and Hope. I started the communications colossus, The Third City, with my then-lifelong friend, the ace journalist Ben Joravsky. We’re not talking anymore. I forget why.
I lived solely within the Chicago city limits for the first 51 years of my life. Then The Loved One dragged me to Louisville, Kentucky as she chased ad agency bucks. We could take Louisville or leave it. So we moved to Bloomington.
We love it here. So this little island of blue in the middle of one of the reddest states in this holy land plays a huge part in just about every post herein. I peddle reading material at the Book Corner, this town’s last independent bookseller, and I serve as the online editor for the Ryder, Bloomington’s other arts & culture communications powerhouse.
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