9:00 AM was to Late
I got there at 9:00 and realized that the good stuff was already gone. It is the 11 acre flea market frequented by our Burmese arrivals, Laotians and many others. From the moment I entered the main concourse I was bombarded by smells, sounds, languages and other minor mahem that would elevate the status of any poorly kept K-mart. My Burmese friends tell me that some of the families selling at the flea market, on Julian St. in Thomasville, can be trusted with the freshest and best tasting sea food around. Also available were papayas, Amaung Mo had me taste one, peacocks, goats and plenty of live chickens. The place was filled with visitors and vendors practicing capitalism in a style dissimilar from what is usual on the North American continent. Yes I ran into many of our Burmese and captured them in pictures. If you don’t get there by opening at 5:00 AM you may miss the best bargains and freshest foods.
I could not finish talking about the day without mentioning the work of Ward St. United Methodist Church. Instead of white flight we see church members walking with their community in mission. They have food, clothing, bike repair, and furniture placement ministries. I ran in to them as a team was selling produce to raise money for their church’s mission ministries.