We used to go to this market, I'll call it a farmers market because I don't remember the name of it. It had a big plaster foot at the entrance, I remember that. It was like the cowtown market in NJ. I loved going there because of all the shops and animal auctions they had going on all the time.
We met Grandpop Demusz and Uncle Emil there one night. It was always crowded and one night I looked around and couldn't see anyone I knew, talk about panic, finally one of the store owners recognized me and took me to the rest of the group. That night I had a dream that I got lost and couldn't find my family until I was an old man.
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