Well I am at work again for another boring day of nothing, and I can't help but think about the wonderful times at the flea market walking by and seeing something that reminds you or your childhood, or a picture that triggers the desire to have lived in an age before your time. There's nothing like the rush of finding something and knowing that it is worth more to you and your wallet than the price you've paid, and equally making the seller happy to have had the purchase. People make a living at these flea markets, people build a home and memories at them. Needless to say flea markets are wonderful anyway you slice it.