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Through the Looking Glass and Into the Intergalactic Quiltapalooza

Disclaimer: I blatantly stole the word “Quiltapalooza” from my friend Dan, whose lovely wife Cindy has often attended the festival described below. It’s just a good thing I was not driving. Not only were the unfamiliar Houston streets interrupted by … Continue reading

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