McGrath: Remembering back to that Easter week that could have changed lives if not for one heroic act

Our bond was alphabetical: Miller, Messerich, McGrath. As high school sophomores at St. Joseph’s Franciscan Seminary in Westmont, we lined up together in class, sat in the same church pew and at the same cafeteria table, and slept in the same row of dormitory bunks.

Vickroy: When you share a birthday with a major metropolitan city, an ode seems in order

Halloo, hallay, from the Bean to Union Station, here comes a day, or citywide celebration. On this March 4, by proclamation of the mayor; Chicago adds a year, while I simply turn grayer. You’re a windy 187, Me, a century-plus less, we have the same birthday, but not the same noblesse.