You bet I do! My daughter used to live in Kansas, so I'd head up through East Texas, along the Indian Nation Hwy, through Tulsa, and southern KS, stopping all along the way at neat little shops. My daughter couldn't figure out why it took me so long to get there, until she found the telling bags of fabric in the back end of the car. It was in those small-town shops I found the traditional fabrics I love. One time, I even met a cousin I'd been corresponding with about genealogy in a quilt shop in OK. That gave us two things in common, right off the bat. Why would one even leave home, if one couldn't find a few quilt shops?