Time was that this open-air bookstore affair would have forced me into a three-hour rant against hippies. But after my perfectly pleasant recent visit to the Brooklyn Flea, I’m a lot more kindly disposed to this sort of Brooklyn-y pinko commerce than I used to be. Calling it “Airstream” doesn’t hurt, either.
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