I took Peter and his two girlfriends to the third Sunday market today. After 10 minutes the girls disappeared. We never saw them again. These gatherings are a big reason I love living in America’s heartland. I love antiques and I enjoy walking around, talking to vendors, and sifting through all the trinkets left behind by people who no longer exist. I found a few postcards as I always do, a small wooden desk from the late 1800’s, some funeral photos, and these handmade halloween masks. I also met a middle aged woman who shared my affinity for the swastika and funeral paraphernalia. Not a bad Sunday at all.