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May 02, 2007
World's biggest — and longest — flea market
Also called the world's largest yard sale, it stretches for 450 miles across four states (Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia and Alabama), mostly along the rural corridor of U.S. highway 127.
An annual event since 1987, this year's is from August 2 to August 5.
Leigh Ann Henion wrote about her experience in the April 29, 2007 Washington Post magazine.
Her advice should you decide to go: bring plenty of cash in small bills and a list of places to stay; she advises reservations.
Also, "bring towelettes, an in-car trash bag and utensils for the farm-fresh cheese and produce available at stands along the sale route."
www.127sale.com is the event's website.
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When does the 2009 begin
Posted by: jana | Jan 12, 2009 10:44:18 AM
when is this going to start im ready to shop
Posted by: william | Apr 18, 2008 3:03:43 PM
My husband and I are interested in attending this year 2008's flea market. When it is scheduled and where do we start?
Posted by: Wanda Sullivan | Feb 10, 2008 12:19:48 AM
Ah, yard sales. More summer. Reminds me of how back in aught-four (sound of loogie hitting spittoon; this qualifies me for utter, complete old-fart, long-in-the-tooth fossilhood) I was having a massive yard sale when this total greaser came screaming up on his deafening, farty-sounding motorcycle. He had chains and zippers and strange appliances dangling everywhere, and old-timey tattoos (he was all of twenty years old) and both his bike and his hair needed a serious oil change. At the time I had a Siamese cat -- old-style, with the round head -- a real sweetie, an indoor-outdoor twenty-pounder. He was laying around in the boxes of stuff, and the greaser makes a beeline for him. Scared me to death. I figured he was going to whip out his Buck knife and cut his head off or something. No. He picked Frankie (the cat) up very gingerly, cuddling him like a baby, and started telling me how much he adored cats, especially big fat Siameses. (Didn't buy anything. Just stopped to see the cat.) Ferocious purring, paw-kneading, head-rubbing ensued. Followed him back to his motorcycle. Little traitor. Ah, yard sales.
Posted by: Flautist | May 2, 2007 3:29:44 PM
