Had a debate with myself whether I would venture out to a flea market. The same storm that knocked down more then just poles over in Moore, Oklahoma had still not blown. The rain wasn't as steady as it had been the last two days. Being the hard core addict I am away I went. When I arrived after my 45 minute ride I found the parking lot was nothing but muddy tracks and it was this raining. The wind was blowing as well. There wasn't the usual numbers of vendors set up but one of the first vendors I ran into recognized me and visa versa. He had a couple that I didn't want along with some words I didn't want to hear even more. I'm sure anyone how has gone to enough flea markets would be able to guess what I heard. He said, "I had a more earlier. Another guy purchased a bunch." At this point I figured that I wouldn't find any insulators at all worth my effort of making the journey. Moment later my hope level raised up some when I saw a large tent with bottles. Getting closer I could also see there was some insulators. How many I couldn't tell or whether it would be worth finding my way into the tent. All I saw from that distance were commons. Turned out there were at least a couple dozen insulators to make selections from if I wished. Found a deep wire groove B beehive with amber and pink CD 108 WT. I know that ain't much but at least it was start. Left that shelter with my hope still living and this flea market would be productive afterall. I was wrong about that though. It was time to move on. Maybe I could find more. Or at least I could find a location where another weekly flea market was supposed to be held on Sunday. My thinking was today is Saturday but if I find out where that one takes place I may be able to find it again some Sunday. Took me only a few minutes to find the place and a bunch of teenagers confirmed there was one every Sunday. Next I commanded my GPS to help me find my way home and it attempted to do so straight away (that's not always the case with these devices). This time it was I that didn't wish to cooperate and not the GPS as I stumped on the brakes and did a U turn. Spotted a place with old junk and an open door . Like a good American Picker I had stop in. He had a few someplace but didn't know where. Also told me of a bottle shop just few miles down the same road that I was on. I knew the place. In fact I had just seen that bottle shop owner at the flea market I had left twenty minutes earlier. He had told me he wasn't sure if he had any new ones being they come and go all the time. I had been to his shop on several times in the past and had a few successful hunt there. Last time was November 2012. [id=356611498] here to see that pick. Today though it seems fate had lent me a hand. Didn't even realize I was on the same highway. Left there with a bunch of Lynchburg 162's in green, a couple Brookfield beehives and a U-371. Don't usually buy mud. This one came home with me because I don't have one like it, but mostly because of the dark chocolate and light milk chocolate glaze.