Michael and I spent a delightful Sunday morning at the Stormville Airport Flea Market. We can be found there most summer holiday weekends, covered in dust and sunscreen, happily rummaging through bins of LPs, 45s, vintage hankies and tablecloths. Guess who has their grubby little fingers in which bin?
There are always a few items which catch the eye, not because we must possess them, but just because they are inexplicable. For instance, an eight foot tall Captain America made of colored tape. It's not all tape, I suppose there is some kind of armature (took me ALL week to think of that word!) under there, but most of the visible surface seemed to be colored tape. There are crafty people out there making prom dresses and such with duct tape, but this is beyond. The shield is a disc sled. I looked up images of Captain America and all the details look correct.
God, I love a flea market. Is it goulish to be pawing through what, if you think about it, are most likely the former possessions of persons now deceased. Doesn't bother me. I just love an old assortment of random stuff, whether it's in a museum or spread out over an open field. Two weeks ago, my friend Jody and I made a field trip to a salvage yard in Barnegat, Recycling the Past. Joy! A garage filled with old tiles pulled put of old bathrooms! Old doors! Old sinks! Rusty stuff! Heaven!
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