The Fly Market

On one of my regular biking routes, there is a place that I always stop.  It's the Fly Market in, yes you guessed it, Fly, Tennessee.  It's located about a mile and a half off the Natchez Trace Parkway heading East on Hwy. 7.
When we stop there its like going back in time. Mr. Fly the owner of the market, (at least that is what we call him) is a thin man with grey hair that can make a mean ham sandwich.  In the market you can find anything from a kite to a gun holster. Growing up listening to Jerry Clower, I just had to find out if he carried crackers and sardines.  I was not disappointed.  I expected to see Marcell come walking in any moment.   I usually get Gatorade, water, chips and a ham sandwich, which totals about $5.00. What a bargain!
There is always a porch full of old men, sometimes laughing and joking and sometimes they are all stone cold silent.  They always speak when spoken to, but sometimes I feel like they think we are aliens from some far away planet, with our biking outfits and funny shoes.
If you ever find yourself hungry and short on cash, it's the place to go.