It's truly criminal that we live so close to this world renowned flea market and after 15 months are still yet to go. So when Laura actually woke up before noon yesterday and I noticed that the weather was that of heavy condensation, I figured today might be a good one to go check it out and avoid the crowds. Plus I really needed to start looking for a new crossbow.
Where else can a man go when he's strapped for time and has to pick up Amish corn salsa, a hermit crab, an antique pistol, a tiny stuffed dog, an ermine skull, a mouse in a coal car, some fireworks and let's seee... oh yeah a dirty rubber boob?
And all for bargain prices!
My favorite has to be the random photos of strangers for sale.
Who wouldn't want this guy adorning the wall of their study. A great conversation piece.
What's this?
Me either.
Always on the hunt for some new glasses.
This Expos hat is always a conversation piece, but yesterday it led to meeting an actual Expo. Not that that's exciting or anything, but interesting.
My new friend Bill Barrett played centerfield on and off from '81-'84. Now he runs a video game booth at the Pocono Bazaar, where they claim to have every game console in human existence. I should get me an Atari. Do I get the Expo fan discount?
We came home with a few treasures. Laura found a soft & lovely yellow sweater.
Look how happy she is in it.
I found a couple books I may or may not flip thru in my lifetime.
And this Hull casserole dish.
We should do this more often.
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