Overheard

St. Patrick’s Day was a special time in my life when I was growing up in the 1940s and 50s in Iron River in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. That was the day I got to spend time with my Irish grandma, Elizabeth Scott and celebrate the “wearin’ of the green.” We didn’t do anything that would be special by most people’s standards, but it was exciting for me as a kid. Grandma li...