This week Kris and I were sitting with some others at a nice Italian restaurant in Wheaton when the server showed Mike Bird an assortment of teas. I could see them better than Mike so I mentioned a couple and finished with this: “Mike, how about some Earl Grey?”

Mike: “Are you kidding? Earl Grey tastes like an old dead lady ground up and turned into tea!”

(By the way, only an Aussie would drink “tea” at an Italian restaurant when you could have LaVazza!)