There are plenty of things that I love about the spring. I could get all sappitysap and talk about tulips and grass and ice cream trucks, but there is one thing that comes with warm weather that I can’t wait for.

The ability to buy other people’s crap.

I love other people’s crap. I love it even more when they think it is total crap and I think it is the best thing in the history of time. This is why I have 1 room in my house that is dedicated to the collecting of this crap. Matt wanted his own office, I wanted a crap shrine. Crap shrine it is!

The acme of crap collecting can be seen every Sunday at the Allstate Arena starting April 24th – Wolff’s Flea Market. In the past I have purchased a Pachinko machine, an old tin and tile mirror, a couple dozen vintage cocktail shakers, and 1 lime green iron gumball machine.

For those that prefer their crap with an upturned nose, check out the Chicago Antique Market. It looks like it just started last year, and I never had a chance to go. But at $8 a pop for admission, I had better get an ice cold beer when I walk in and someone following me around with a parasol to shield my combustible Irish skin.