Giving Fleas A Bad Name

Last weekend I went to a flea market here that is very big and very global. Everything was for sale and at one time I thought the only things I didn't see were jock straps and bras. But before the journey ended, even those things could be had at one of the tables. New stuff, used stuff, cars, scooters, food, purses, and more purses. DVD's, African artwork, rugs, blankets, bangles, baubles, beads, candles, incense, you name it. If it could be moved, transported or hauled, it was for sale. I almost bought a billfold for $10.00 but resisted. What I couldn't resist was the Apple Cinnamon bread. And nationalities! Every language, every ethnicity, every age, every kind of person. Just people watching was worth the $1.00 to get in.

These are just two of the giant halls and walkways at the flea market. Hundreds of people, hundreds of vendors. Scores of various languages and ethnicities.

My one disappointment was in not making a movie of this booth. The wings on these guys moved back and forth and in the background there are lighted wheels with water moving around the statues. It looked like giant psychedelic butterflies in Oz.

These enterprising gentlemen were selling a smokeless cigarette. One in the foreground is even puffing on one. Below is the flier of these gems. Seems they are electrical and you can recharge them in your Ipod, computer, laptop or wall socket. They give you a nicotine rush without the smoke, so you can puff in motels and public places without fear of breaking any local ordinances. You can ever buy a liquid that you pour in somewhere to change the flavor. The tip even has a red LCD light. But be prepared to pay, it is expensive. They will be glad to accept Visa, MasterCard and Discover.

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