You haven’t truly experienced Jacksonville, Florida until you’ve wandered through the labyrinthine aisles of Beach Boulevard Flea Market with two crisp twenty-dollar bills burning a hole in your pocket.
Remember when shopping was an adventure?
When you’d turn a corner and gasp at some unexpected treasure that seemed to be waiting just for you?
In our age of algorithmic recommendations and one-click purchases, that feeling has become as rare as a rotary phone or a decent conversation about the weather that doesn’t end in an argument about climate change…