I hate to get "off message" from historical fiction, but last weekend I had the opportunity to read "The Ultimate Tea Diet" by Mark "Dr. Tea" Ukra . . . well, read, more like scanned . . . . and to tell you the truth, I was in a bad mood as it was . . . an unfortunate incident when I was trying to enjoy a peaceful day down the shore . . . I won't go into all that unpleasantness now . . . suffice it to say, to my knowledge, the Democrats haven't gotten around to abolishing all property rights just yet and we'll leave it at that . . .
But getting back to the matter at hand, "Dr. Tea" isn't a real doctor. No professional degree whatever. He calls himself "Dr. Tea" because his family has been in the tea game for two hundred years and he drinks a lot of tea. I thought I would be getting expert insight into tea's effect on the human body at a biological level.
Frankly, my enthusiasm for any continued reading waned, and I contented myself with Joel Sherman's column in the New York Post and caught myself a catnap.
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