we pick up traditions the way a brush picks up lint.
we learned to ask for Beaujolais Noveau each November 17th.
we caught the tradition from the father of a young lady we dated.
every year, on the same day, he'd buy a couple of cases of Beaujolais.
The holiday season would start on November 17th
and continue all the way through to January,
as he shared the wine and gave bottles away as gifts.
we liked the sense of renewal that came from the yearly habit,
and so we adopted it for our own, even though the relationship
with the girl has now long been over.
even so, every year when we buy the wine,
we remember that girl and her father.
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