Jonesborough flea market

[by Rachel]

I’ll always think of Dad when I think of the flea market.

Getting up before the sun to be ready by the time the first customers arrived. Getting hot chocolate from the concession building. And then, eventually, Dad trusting Adam and me to go sell his stuff by ourselves.

Adam used to drive Dad's big blue box truck and everything. Today, we still have that blue truck and are converting to a camper for our family. We've considered selling it and using the money to buy a camper, but that truck is so nostalgic we've decided to keep it.