I was at the local flea market last Saturday. I would not want to go too often, but to pass the occasional afternoon, it is entertaining.
First there are the vendors. They were selling everything from self made crafts to junk imported from China. At least in the south you can always count on a vendor or two pushing swords, knives, and other assorted marital aids. This market had a vendor pushing an item that looked like a cross between brass knuckles and a taser. I’m still trying to figure out the swords. It has been a long time since I have heard of anyone dueling Continue reading “Saturday at the flea market”