Sometimes the biggest adventures are the ones you don’t see coming….
It was April, 2012 and we had just moved into our South Philly home, which meant we could barely find the bed, let alone the sheets, and we needed a trapeze to navigate the shoulder-high boxes.
After three frustrating days and many tears (some of them Kate’s), we finally did the sensible thing: We ran away to the Columbus (NJ) flea market. At least if we bought junk there, we’d be able to find it.
But when we hooked up with our friend Jerry at the Bagel Bums booth, he announced that he had a housewarming gift waiting in his trunk. Jerry (not his real name; we’ll get our revenge later….) has a wild sense of humor, so we followed him through the parking lot with more than a little trepidation.
THE MYSTERY PHOTO ALBUM
What could it be? A Mayor Rizzo bobblehead doll? A second-hand Eagles beanbag chair? But when he threw open the trunk, we saw…..well, something we couldn’t quite identify:
“Wow,” I said, “I’ve always wanted one of those…” Continue reading