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| - Trader Jack's was my childhood. I grew up in Canonsburg, right down the highway from Trader Jacks. Now that I've moved within 15 minutes away from my favorite flea market, it's tempting to go look for deals nearly every weekend!
Flea marketing is never the same experience twice no matter where you go or who you are with, which is my favorite thing about it. Beauty is really in the eye of the beholder, so forgive me if you aren't as excited about old cuckoo clocks or glasses with Looney Toons characters as I am. Almost every time you go here I guarantee if you look hard enough you'll find a hidden treasure. Last visit I found a pair of praying hands stamped with a seal on the bottom indicating they were made with olive wood from the Holy Land. My boyfriend brought a backpack and we quickly had it filled with vintage clothing, glassware, and other miscellaneous things that found a new home with us. It'll feel like you're spending a lot of money, but in reality you're far from breaking the bank here. You can haggle with the sellers if you're a real flea market pro, too!
Trader Jack's opens at the crack of dawn. My dad definitely lives by the old saying, "the early bird gets the worm," and at Trader Jack's this is a true story. The earlier you can get there, the better selection you will have. In the middle there are some produce farmers that are typically there all day, and their goods are always fresh and fairly priced. My least favorite thing is that they don't have snow cones like they did there when I was young, but there's a small cafeteria with refreshments on the inside part of the flea market. Swing by if you're in the area, and come prepared to find some vintage gems!
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