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In the continuing search for silly cheep shit to do – we trekked down to the Pevely Flea Market which is about 30 minutes due south of St. Louis.

If you take the scenic route, (61-67), you feel like you’re leaving the country – or at least the state.

Along the route, you’ll pass Baptists, an Adult Book and Video Store, small chiropractic shacks and junk yards.

The market is a huge collection of makeshift tents and metal sheds that pepper an old drive-in theater lot. The screen is still up but not the little poles with the speakers. The place looks and smells sorta like a city out of a Mad Max film. (well, except I don’t think the post-apocalyptic world will have funnel cakes).

Here, a whole other economy thrives. The commerce of “other peoples unwanted crap”. It’s staggering if you think about it, even more when you SEE it.

I can’t even begin to try and catalog what I saw. Everything from football shoulder pads to sun-cooked, out of date snacks.

Spent a good hour and a half just wandering around… looking at crap… looking at people, who looked to be a 50-50 mix between gypsy gutter snipes and savvy hungry antiquers.

We did wind up buying a few things… An old camera… A 1956 magazine ad touting the safety features of the Ford automobile,(demonstrated by a cartoon teddy bear), and the Beastie Boys Anthology. Total shopping expense: $17.00… (we could have haggled but didn’t).

 

A band of what looked to be old war vets huddled under the shade of a concession tailer and worked the crowd for tips with such timeless classics like “How much is that doggie in the window”.

Our sense of adventure satisfied, we headed home to enjoy the rest of the day off together.

Nothing to blog about.