New Year’s Eve in Iran. They call it Nowruz. It starts with the beginning of spring. It dates further back. It goes way way back. And so does the sweetest days I remember from this special Northward equinox. For those of you who have not spent time with them, people are worn out in the head, in debt, in failed romance, angry up to the neck with a country plagued by politics. But when it comes to celebrating, they are…
