Maybe I should have forged on with the story of the invention of the tea bag that I decided was not a story. If New York dealer Thomas Sullivan had not started packing his blends in muslin bags back in 1908, a few thousand wingnuts would have been spared public shaming. The poor fools would have had to use loose tea, like the rich whose tax cuts they want to preserve. Instead, they got their misguided protest ridiculed as the Festival of the Testicles. I’ll never look at our tea ball the same way.