Sight and Sounds of the Monteagle Flea Market, late June 2015

The man selling homemade pork rinds is telling a customer, “Oh yeah, Obama’s got this country all screwed up. It’s gonna be World War Three.” I assume he’s talking about the Supreme a Court’s recent ruling on gay marriage, but who knows? Bluegrass is playing in the background, near a penful of rabbits. At a nearby stand, a woman has a large Confederate flag displayed– she’s selling Southern-themed bric-a-brac, including a Scarlett O’Hara Barbie still in the packaging, as well as a Confederate Ken doll that’s alongside a Harley Davidson Ken doll. “Looks like it should be called Village People Ken doll,” says my wife to me. There are a lot of good- looking tomatoes to be had this morning, and lots of second-hand rifles, too. “Wonder what sort of background check they do?” I ask to nobody in particular. This is the place to come for poultry– one guy has chickens, ducks, and even a turkey in cages attached to a flatbed truck. Here and there are blankets laid out with stuff– it’s like being in a Booth cartoon. Knives of every sort, tools I don’t the names of, a mounted deer head for $125, posters with guns on them and an edited version of the Second Amendment beneath which is written “what part of “shall not” do you not understand?” One guy has a slot machine for sale, an object of fascination to a boy of about eight. ” how does the money get in?” he asks, and is told, “Suckers put it in there!” This same stand has quite a few wrestling championship belts on the table, and a Troll doll with purple-red hair. “There was a time these were the most popular toy,” he observes. “Yes, sometimes I rub it’s belly for good luck.” “I hope he doesn’t rub back,” I say. Another homemade pork rind stand, but we have our tomatoes and squash and peaches and blackberry. “Let’s go home and make a pie,” says Kelly.

About Uncomely and Broken

I am a classicist in Sewanee, Tennessee.
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