According to my car thermometer the sun bore down at 30 degrees Celcius today. Not to get scorched, we left the beach alone and had a quiet day. We visited a couple of Flea Markets, the second one because the first one was so bad. Someone recommended it to us but when we arrived we entered upon the sorriest, dingiest, half-pint, wimpy specimen of Flea Market we had ever seen. We've been to more appealing garage sales on Maple Boulevard. The second one about a half hour away was bigger and brighter, with much more to offer, but still some aisles were vacant. It's a commentary on the dismal state of the Florida economy.
Empty Stalls.
A souvenir T-shirt for sale.
I didn't buy the above T-shirt which probably just made the situation worse. Which reminds me, I wrote something regrettably inaccurate in yesterday's blog. I said, "a financial monstrosity was gradually cobbled together, given a life of its own, and has now returned to destroy its maker." It merely threatened to destroy its maker who then deftly diverted the monster onto tax payers, who may look forward to feeling even more of its bite as inflation gathers steam. But of course this is not the time or place to discuss these things.
On the other hand, if people seriously want to know what's going on, what it all means, and where it's going, this Flea Market also offered such precious enlightenment. All the above literature is made available to browsers and bargain hunters without charge. Witnesses man this table every weekend at their own cost. (Okay, not 'man,' 'woman.')
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