If you know me, you know that I usually can not just go one place and come home. Piddling is inherently in my blood (my father). Therefore, when I went to meet my brother to transfer my mom, I could not just go home. There was still hours in the day and I didn't have an obligation to get home to. For years I've driven I85 north and south to go back to South Carolina. I've always seen the signs for this flea market but have never stopped. Well there is no time like the present. The market is in Pindergrass, GA and tauts to be the largest in the state. My Roger Ebert rating would be two thumbs down. I hope not to offend but it was a very large Hispanic gathering spot. I did leave with some plants and seeds. They seem to find me wherever I go.