I am starting to like upscale Flea Markets. No, I don't want to be a shopper; I want to be a vendor. I love the whole world of talking to many people; maybe I have shut myself in for too long reminiscing instead of forging ahead and discovering a whole lot more of what is. Everyone has a story and many people are willing to share their individual histories and what makes them unique. I am beginning to understand how self limiting I have been by being selective, secretive and just plain worried about what people think of me. All of a sudden, I don't care. No, I'm not into snobs, just plain folks who live on this planet with me.