Sunday I need all the rest I can get for Miss Cindy and her endless hours of flea market thrifting. We first encountered some psychedelic dresses and then... the stuffed taxidermy peasant and Mr. Gabor. He said he was the father of Ava GAbor and told me a few stories of his old hunting expeditions. He even showed me his drivers license that did in deed say GABOR born 1926. Hmmm could he actually be the father? According to Greg he was a down and dirty liar and was pulling our leg. Oh well he photograhs quite nice. Cynthia bought a nice 1950's kid native indian headdress that she was told was "politically incorrect".
Other great things we decided we shouldn't (and did not ) buy:
A peacock chenille bedspread
A multi color doily ruffle hippie vest
Later after we tired of the fleamarket we found ourselves at the gates of SIR GEORGE's ROYAL Buffet-Smorgasboard. Ouch. The menu delivers different specialties daily. WE lucked out for CORNdog day! Probably the best bang for the ol buck- the cheesecake is sort of like a butter sugar surprise. Where else can you find all-you-can-eat pizza and menudo?
And finally the Pile of stuff obtained and the loot (bundle of newly acquired jewels)