Flea Market

We like to wander through the flea market in the Eagles parking lot on Lombard, Sunday mornings on our walk to breakfast in Kenton. About a month ago, I fell in love with an old whirligig I found, paid $15 for it, and asked the guy if he'd hold it until we came back after breakfast. It was about 4ft high and had a dog that panted and wagged his tail when the blades went around. But we came back to find the guy's space empty. He'd gotten into an argument with the manager, packed up and drove away! I was bereft and ticked. Now we swing through just to find him, but he hasn't been back. The market is no longer very fun, but these sleds are cool, aren't they?