Flea markets, love 'em or hate 'em. I have vast experience with flea markets because my mother loved them. My mother was a driver for an antique dealer in the late forties and early fifties. It was one of the few jobs that allowed her to bring a baby to work with her. So I grew up playing in numerous farmyards around the county while the antique dealer searched the occupant’s house for treasures they were willing to sell. Often we made several stops on the way home for the dealer to sell certain items that she bought that day.