Musings: Flea Market Fraternity


“Watch out for him. He just got discharged from the mental hospital,” said a white-haired, wrinkled man in a black polo shirt, as he dragged his wares around in a rusty shopping cart. Plastic toys, old VCDs and antique rings — a pile of carefully-foraged treasure. He was referring to the younger vendor grinning widely at me in earnest. Aside […]