sunday morning after donuts we hopped a train to check out the brooklyn flea. mike and i strolled, hand in hand, weaving in and out of booths. we perused vintage mlb jerseys, letter blocks, army soldiers and toy cars. mikey tried on glasses and i lingered on a couch that i just couldn't figure out how to get home. in the end, mikey came home with a genuine european field jacket from Front General Store and i came home with a vintage American flag for our wall. i have to confess that there's not much better in the world than an easy morning thumbing through other people's treasures with my boy.