FLEA MARKET
We went
to see Lyle's friend, Ed, in Spring Hill and he said to meet them at the USA Flea Market in Port
Richey. Traffic got heavier as we drove
on Commercial Road closer to Tampa,
filled with malls and gas stations and billboards advertising lawyers. Ed's girlfriend, Diane, has a booth at the Flea Market from stuff she buys at estate and garage sales, She rents
3 booths and 2 center kiosks for $700/mo. I found treasures at the maze of a market. My morning walk was good training to finding
my way back, Ed and Mike went to smoke
cigars at a shop and found themselves in a food festival to get there. Luckily after paying $10 to park and paying for the morsels they ate,
they had a good afternoon.
Diane is
perfect for her job. She has a gift of
gab, in fact talks nonstop, and an eye for buying bargains. When it closed at 4 with talking Elmo and the car walker gone to a young family, Diane and I went to their new
home, bought from a foreclosure for $73,000. The previous owners had paid
$205,000. We joined the guys for dinner
at Inn On The Gulf, eating outside listening to live music across the
street. As Melissa says when you can
see the water, eat seafood. Great food.
At 8:30 headed back 80 miles to see Shopcat. A few deer along the way. Raining after 11 PM.
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