We have visited Julian up at school many times this year and we are getting into a routine. We leave the city early Saturday morning, and stop at an antique mall half way up, in the Poconos. I like it there. Steve, not so much, but while I'm shopping, he seeks out interesting food options for us. This last time, he found Polish pierogi’s filled with spinach, which were delicious, and actually made the stop even better than expected.
On Sunday mornings in Syracuse, there is a flea market at the CNY Regional Market. While Julian sleeps in, we visit there and shop the tables lined in barrack like buildings filled with merchandise. It requires a lot of digging. I found a blue loose leaf notebook filled with these cardboard sheets of stamps.
I was asked by another customer if they felt “hot in my hands.” I found that a funny question and honestly, I really don’t understand what he was asking. I assumed it meant if I had to own it, and the answer was yes. I did.
There are some serious stamp collectors out there, and I am not one of them, but I love these, especially the handwritten moments on the sleeves and the varied colors of the stamps. I found these all really interesting.