The Flea Market

There was one flea market I went to my whole life. Everything was basically the same to me when I went there. All I did was walked around the area, which was filled with a lot of varieties of people walking around as well. They would all walk to a table and look around for stuff to buy. There were hats, toys, tools, food, and all other kinds of things. There wasn’t much to it, so I decided to visit a brand new flea market for a change.

One flea market that came to mind was an indoor flea market called the Pickles Pavilion, which was in another part of the county. The original one that I went to was called the Cow Bell, and it was an outdoor flea market. I entered the Pickles Pavilion and I immediately knew it was different. It was smaller, but looked more furnished than the Cow Bell. I decided to stroll down the first row. There were all sorts of things there, such as a popcorn machine and a bunch of hats in one sitting. But what caught my eye the most was a stand filled with Buddha statues. It was a surprise. There were Buddha statues in New Mexico? And each one was significant because it felt as if they stared down at my soul. It felt powerful. But it made me uncomfortable, so I left the stand. 

I went down the second row. There truly wasn’t much there, except for someone selling old movies on VHS. I thought to myself, who in the right mind buys this stuff anymore? I was not amused, so I headed for the third row. Now this place was probably the most amazing thing I had ever seen. There were quilts all over the place. Each had a beautiful pattern. The colors that were used to make these quilts were incredible. And the shapes that were used were even better. The colors were mixed in together really well to make a magnificent pattern, such as blue and green and red and yellow. And the shapes were sown together well to make diamond shapes and circles. When I went to touch the quilts, they felt soft and well woven together. I heard a voice asking me if I liked the quilts. The man was old, and he looked as if he knew everything about everything. I said yes. But in fact, I was fascinated with them, so I asked where the quilts were made. “These quilts were made by all kinds of cultures. Mexico, India, the Native Americans,” he responded. This man must have been all over the world to get these quilts. I was stunned.

After examining the quilts, I went to the fourth row. There was something I’d also enjoy. There was a sports section. I examined the teams. There were MLB teams, NFL teams, NHL, teams. There were jerseys, hats, lanyards. But other than that, there wasn’t much else, so I went to the fifth row.

                

At the sixth row, I felt like I was in Mexico. Mariachi music as playing and the stands were filled with food. At one stand, I saw Mexican candy. And on another, I noticed there were CD’s and DVD’s. I walked over to the DVD section. I looked at the titles. These were strange. The DVD’s contained movies that wouldn’t even be released on DVD in America. But alas, I let it go. I felt there was no need to complain. So I went to the last row.

                

This place rather odd. The background looked as if it was the 1960’s. There was a rocking chair on one stand, so without thinking, I decided to sit on it. I was just there until I heard a conversation. I couldn’t help but listen, since I spent the whole time walking. It was the voices of old men. One man said, “Hey Greg, remember how it was back then at our time? When there was no trouble brewing?” “Greg” responded with, “Ah yes, George. Back when Kennedy was our president and everything in our country was run well.” I could just imagine what it was like back then. The way those men said it, it seemed like heaven. The record players, the cars, the music that was played. “I wish Elvis Presley would just live forever,” said Greg. “Me too, Greg. It seems like music stinks these days,” said George. I felt like I could agree, and I laughed to myself. “Who’s there?” said George. I just walked away quickly before they knew who I was. So then, I decided to take my leave from the Pickles Pavilion. It was indeed a good place to visit.