Packing Up The Flea Market Tent

I was selling artwork from a large canopy tent at some fair or flea market. I was to take all the unsold items down, put them in my car, and then dismantle the tent that happened to use fishing weights of various sizes to keep it’s balance. Fishing weights the size of golf balls lined the outside of the tent and I made arrangements with others who were with me to haul part the contents of the tent across the country, to Atlanta (where they were supposed to go). In leaving, we had to be processed and checked out near the entrance. There was a commotion of some kind that made me just leave instead. I have a vivid memory of packing up a few remaining items in my backpack and talking to someone about the path I would choose to take to get to my destination. Last thing to recall was hugging various high school teachers goodbye before I got into my car that sat midway between either side of a 5-6 lane expressway. In getting there, I was almost hit twice.