Most people celebrated New Years on January 1, like you’re supposed to. But he wasn’t most people. He found time reborn each first of September. He loved a girl once who asked him why? and he said that’s the day my bones burn, here, feel. But she couldn’t feel anything and eventually left him for a personal relationship with Jesus. That was quite a bitter pill. He was also visited by his long-dead father each September 1st, but he played that one close to the vest. Instead of black-eyed peas, champagne and parades, his custom was to toast his world’s new flame with iced tea and gazpacho, and a viewing of Fiddler on the Roof. These traditions seemed to honor yet ease the aging fire within.