With more and more of corporate America taking over our ""keepin' it weird"" little city, Sparks is one of those rarer places you can still walk into and feel proud that you are from Austin. My son and I regularly get our endorphin rush by thumbing through their hysterically funny cards or reading the latest t-shirt Blair has so brilliantly found. Seriously, if you find yourself anxious about the impending familial reunions this time of year forces upon us, the recent and seemingly endless city condo sprawl, or even (and especially in the face of) something more personally difficult, head over to Sparks to lighten your load a bit, and give yourself and someone else the gift of a little endorphin surge. Oh, and grab a scoop of Amy's on the way!
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