April 11, Farmington.
I drove back to Ironton to take pictures of a flea market I'd spotted (we were locked in yesterday.)
The place turned out to have a name, the Plunder Palace, and sell "everything," according to owner Jerry Turner (far left,) in the used-up business eighteen years.
And twenty miles turned out to be a bargain to find God among tin cans.
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