Late on Saturday night, Liz and I decided we wanted to head back to Wolff’s Flea Market, at the All State Arena. To get there right when it opened (6AM), we needed to pull ourselves out of bed around 5:15 AM. We swing out to the bank, got some cash, picked up some coffee… and pulled into the parking lot…
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On a whim, Liz and I decided that we wanted to go to the flea market that takes place at Allstate Arena on Sunday. I thought it was called the “Rosemont Flea Market,” but apparently it’s officially known as Wolff’s Flea Market. It had been a long time since I was at Allstate Arena. Last time was in 2009, when…
Killer Stuff and Tons of Money: Seeking History and Hidden Gems in Flea-Market America (Penguin Press) provides an intimate glimpse to the world of antiques, and the people who buy and trade in these little artifacts of history. Written by Maureen Stanton, the author follows antiques dealer Curt Avery from location to location, in search of old and valuable objects….
“Anger, he smiles towering
In shiny metallic purple armor
Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him
Her fiery green gown
Sneers at the grassy ground”
It’s generally not a good idea to go to an estate sale with just one item in mind. Someone else might want the same thing, and it all depends on who gets to the item first. Unless you can be absolutely sure you’re first in line, there’s a chance you won’t get the item. That’s just the nature of estate sales.
Liz and I had a series of errands today, and last night I was trying to “plan” how things would go. In our conversation, she mentioned a phrase to me that stuck with me – referring to adventures, not tasks.
The older I get, the more I believe that the world rises up to meet the expectations you set for it. Imagine anger and selfishness, that’s what you’ll see; imagine kindness and good intentions, that’s also what you’ll see. You get what you expect, so why not expect the positive?
Whirlwind weekend. We got back home around 8PM or so, which was nice – but were utterly, utterly wiped out.
I was out getting some coffee along 53rd, when I heard some really loud music blaring nearby. At first, I thought it was coming from someone’s car… but then realized it came from around the corner, from a truck that was parked along Harper Court.
When I tried to use the camera itself, something was off – as it wasn’t quite working properly. I got it to beep a few times, but mostly it seemed to tell me there was nothing on any of the memory cards.