The flea market where Hick operates his Storage Unit Store has something for everybody. Hick sent me a picture Sunday morning when people were setting up. It surprised even ME.
It is SO like Hick to send me such a picture with no explanation. Other than: "Only in Backroads." Yes, that IS a camel. And yes, Hick still has his signature picture-taking style. Small subject in the middle of a vast expanse of surroundings.
"Wait! Was that camel for sale?"
"Don't tell me they're keeping it in a storage locker!"
"Nope. They have a business that gives pony rides and camel rides. They have a unit down at the other end, where they sell stuff at the flea market. So they just brought the camel to have in front of their place, to drum up business."
"Did it work?"
"I don't know. They're down at the other end."
"You'd think it wouldn't be good for a camel's feet to walk on that gravel."
"I guess you could put shoes on a camel, like on a horse."
"WHAT? You can't nail a metal shoe to a camel's foot! They have toes. They're like dogs' feet. Pads on the bottom. Not hooves. They're made for sand. They spread out as the camel walks. Like a snowshoe keeps you from falling deeper in the snow. If you made a shoe, it would be like a leather tie-on shoe. Not nailed!"
"Oh. I thought they had hooves."
I'll give Hick this one. After all, HE knew that England was an island. Then again, he flew there for work...
Anyhoo... that's not Hick's stuff set up on the tables. It belongs to his buddy next door. He's got a typewriter, and a TV. A blender. A set of speakers. Some green plastic pellet thingies for a pellet gun. Lots of jars of jewelry, sold by the whole jar, not piece by piece. A wicker basket. A sewing basket. A picture on an easel. But that tablecloth underneath the stuff is not for sale. That would have been my first choice.