We were driving home from Sedona, Arizona, to Los Angeles.There were blue skies and snow-capped red mountains; I'd like to think we were listening to Willie Nelson, but it was probably Haim.We stopped in Quartzite, Arizona, (population: 2,358) at a roadside antiques store that was more of a tent than a building, where we bought a very affordable and cumbersome glass punch bowl with a dozen tiny glass cups and a heavy glass ladle.
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