1.10.2004
Flea market
We had a fine time today at the flea market on 290. I can't believe I've lived here for 10 years and had never made it out there. You should go. It's only a dollar to park, and it is nothing but acres of stalls crammed with hideous garbage.
If it's trashy, they've got it:
Airbrushed T-shirts, ugly belts, funnel cakes.
All manner of things featuring playful dolphins, noble wolves, and/or pensive Indians.
A combination lamp/phone/picture frame/clock with a merry-go-round glued to its base.
Steering wheel covers.
Confederate flag lighters.
Plaques that say "I had to choose between my wife and fishing I SURE DO MISS HER."
But, alas, no crocodiles.
We had a fine time today at the flea market on 290. I can't believe I've lived here for 10 years and had never made it out there. You should go. It's only a dollar to park, and it is nothing but acres of stalls crammed with hideous garbage.
If it's trashy, they've got it:
Airbrushed T-shirts, ugly belts, funnel cakes.
All manner of things featuring playful dolphins, noble wolves, and/or pensive Indians.
A combination lamp/phone/picture frame/clock with a merry-go-round glued to its base.
Steering wheel covers.
Confederate flag lighters.
Plaques that say "I had to choose between my wife and fishing I SURE DO MISS HER."
But, alas, no crocodiles.
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