Flea Markets: Dens of Iniquity

In 1985, a group of racketeers launched a vast criminal conspiracy whose repurcussions are still being felt today. Through stealth, intimidation, and careful planning this network of darkness robbed thrift stores, second-rate hardware stores, dumpsters, and the garages of various grandmas, then put their loot into storage. Biding their time for 21 years, until well after the statute of limitations on their crimes had expired, they finally sought to capitalize and opened the Santa Cruz flea market. Today, unsuspecting shoppers from all over the central coast congregate on Soquel Dr. and browse the stacks for Mexican cowboy hats, broken toys, and low-riding jeans with embroidered butterflies on the butt, unaware that they are unwittingly swimming about in a petri dish...of criminality.

Anyway, we didn't find a bike for me. Becky called from SF last night and said she got a great haircut, though.