Held every weekend, this is not one of the area's giant, overwhelming flea markets. It's manageably old-school, held in the parking lot of a former car dealership, where half the vendors just pull up, pop the trunk, and pile their wares on top of card tables. A fine example of mom-and-pop capitalism at its most laissez-faire. The sights are as fun as the finds: a big fatty in a lawn chair, holding an umbrella as sunshade while she tries to convince a skinny-minnie to buy a $3 dress: "It's... More »
