Saturday, October 29, 2011
The only reason I mention all that is because I remember vividly the only two occasions I was served tea from a teapot rather than from a cup with a string and a paper tag dangling over the side. The first time was with my First Grade teacher, a lady whose goal was not only to teach us what we’d need to know, but also to expose us to the traditions of foreign cultures such as those we might face if we ever left Greene County.
