Jeff for America

Looking for something different to do, my mom decided to take me to the Galt flea market today. I was thrilled – finally some shopping out of the florescent lights with the potential to find some really unique artifacts to take back to Philly. I’m a sucker for old stuff – I just can’t help but love going through people’s left overs and finding some little treasures. I’ll tell you right now – the Galt flea market is more like a dollar store than an antique roadshow. Aisle after aisle of cheap socks, tube tops and giant rugs with superimposed tiger faces. Granted, there were a few good finds (I bought a used TSA-confiscated swiss army knife), but it was mostly a bust.

I was looking for a real flea market, where the goods were used and put up for the highest bidder. I’m not sure at what point things changed, but I certainly hope this isn’t the trend elsewhere. I can see the value in a one-stop dollar market for families looking for good deals on mediocre stuff, but don’t call it a flea market. Call it a market. Or call it a trade show. Or call it a dollar store yard sale. After spending a good hour perusing fake Fendi bags and plastic bamboo umbrellas, we called it a day. I’m obviously not recommending it, but don’t take my word for it – check it out yourself and you may be surprised. For now, I’ll stick to more authentic flea markets and will do a little research before I set myself up for disappointment. And I’m not alone – it seems flashy flea markets are the norm in Sacramento. Regardless, I’m still optimistic that I can find some good stuff out there. If you know of any great markets, drop me a line. For now, I’ll keep looting my dad’s garage.

- Jeff