America, I honor you today. Kristy and I meant to throw some tea into the banks of your swollen river in Boston (there aren't really "banks" so much as sea walls, and it wasn't so much "swollen" as it was polluted; I just really like that phrase) but we forgot to take our free packets of Brassica (this uber-hippie tea made with some new fangled broccoli compound that inactivates free radicals blah blah blah) to toss. So now, brewing my free bag, I'm going to think of Patrick Henry and Benny F. and Paul Revere and thank them as I consume my tannins.