I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then. — Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
On Saturday, June 22, the quiet solitude of 1920s-era Pullen Park Terrace was unequivocally broken. Shattered were the usual neighborhood superlatives – quiet, tranquil, hidden. Rather than the usual crop of neighbors walking dogs, gardening, or strolling, there was a mob. Not just any mob, but a mob of rowdy party-goers, dressed in costumes ranging from the Queen of Hearts to the Cheshire Cat.