A Trader Joe's tin of Earl Grey tea showed up in the office recently and I was showing Dinah how beautiful it was. I lamented my dislike of Earl Grey, more because of the flavor than the caffeine, and how I wished I did like it, just as I wish I liked coffee or alcohol. You know, to bring me more into the mainstream, so that I can enjoy the same things that so many others seem to get pleasure from.

At the very least, it would make me more like Captain Pickard.