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Mr. and Mrs. Teabody Camp at The Manhatten at Times Square

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Gentle Reader, are you at all disconcerted by the whimsicality of Mother Nature? Sub-zero temps one Tuesday, short sleeves a week later? Weather forecasts are dire and mind boggling, and through it all the nay sayers continue to say nay to the idea that climate change has been brought about at least partially by human greed. Mrs. Teabody trusts you will err on the side of caution when venturing forth into Nature and remain vigilant. Tea, of course, can make the swirliest of times a bit more palatable, and Tickle Your Fancy has some doozies. Most recent to join the repertory at TYF is the surprisingly  delicate "Groundhog Grog" a special blend of green tea with the flavor of almond cookies. For a lift, TYF also offers for the first time in loose form, "Across the Universe," not only paying homage to the Beatles with its international combination of flavors but carrying a cinnamon top note that resonates well with those feeling a bit jangled. Come by and sample bot

Mrs. Teabody Deals with Loss

Good Morning and Happy New Year, Gentle Readers all. Mrs. Teabody has been in a bit of a self-imposed hibernation through the "slings and arrows" of the past few weeks, hoping time will heal the ruptures in Mrs. Teabody's spirit. Perhaps, you, too, have a heavy heart. Most immediate is the sense of disbelief and loss with the Connecticut massacre and, closer to home, the loss of H. Lyle Duffey and the very recent passing of Naomi Brown Weller. In remembering both Lyle and Naomi, Mrs. Teabody weeps not only for her own loss but for the heartache their children are feeling. The poet, Ben Jonson, composed a poem about the loss of his son that ends with these lines: Rest in soft peace, and, ask'd, say, "Here doth lie Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry." The world is a different and sadder place without both of these people, but it is a better place because of the "poetry" they created in the world. Mrs. Teabody counts their poetry among her