Flea Market My favorite sport is hunting. I'm a hunter. The art of the hunt. That's what I love. Not the kind that's done with guns, nooo, I'm on the hunt for treasure, hidden treasure. I hunt for the goods in fields of junk. I'm a flea market junkie. In fact it's really the only sport that interests me. Whenever I plan a vacation with my husband, Kyle, I make sure to pick a spot where there will be lots of "shabby shopping" for me. Antique shops, auction houses, flea-tiques, junk and collectables malls, flea markets, tag sales and yard sales. (I have made my poor husband Man in Chair drive miles out of our way to hit a yard sale. Only to stick my head out the window and say "Nahhh, keep driving"). I can spot a Roseville vase at 300 yards without a second glance.

Since we live in New York, we usually vacation in Pennsylvania or Massachusetts. Kyle doesn't mind where we go as long as he can fish, literally fish. Fly fish, his favorite sport. The two sports have a lot in common actually. They both demand a lot of patience and skill. Mother and child They provide fresh air and moderate exercise and put you in a Zen-like state. And, at the end of the day, we inevitably come home to share our tales of the one that got away. You may be the type of person who prefers to vacation in the south of France, but the truth is I'd rather stroll through 20 fields of treasure in Brimfield Mass. than Cannes any day. Well, maybe Porte de Clignancourt in Paris.

Flea Marketing is a great way to see this country of ours. It's a lot cheaper to fly to Iowa than it is to go to a tropical island for the weekend. It's a real hoot besides. This past Memorial Day, we jaunted over to Sunbury, Ohio and I started my day at the St. John Neumans Flea Market and Yard Sale. A pancake and egg breakfast was served starting at 6am and lunch (chicken bar-be-cue) started at 11am. (Those Ohioans sure know how to bar-be-cue). And then there was the picking.



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