Today the Webb Road Flea Market in Salisbury burned down. I don't have any details, but it makes me very sad. Since moving to Kannapolis, I've been to the flea market several times. On my most recent trip, I very nearly bought a puppy (although I decided that paying my power bill might be a better idea). The Webb Road Flea Market was also where I had my first deep-fried Twinkie. I couldn't finish it, but it was better than I had imagined. The cream filling gets oozy and the cake becomes one with the batter on the outside, making it softer and creamy. Almost like pudding. LA had a deep-fried Snickers. He bit into it too soon after the deep-frying and burned his tongue on it. The woman had warned him it would be hot.
But those days are over. So are the days of buying a goat, some bananas, a butter churn, and underpants all in the same location. RIP, Webb Road Flea Market.