We have deer, wild turkeys and buffalo, but no grocery store. We have a maximum security prison and a (new) pizzeria; however, our "claim to fame" is a "flea market" at a small, retired airport on Saturdays and Sundays of holiday weekends. It's big and has a mix of old (antiques and junk), new (out of date cosmetics and knock off clothing) and foodstuff (from farm grown spring garlic to fried oreos). While it's fun to walk around and look at relics of my childhood that I have already thrown out, I go to buy veggies from a farmer who consistently sells the BEST fresh radishes, kale, beets and garlic! Such was my purpose late Saturday afternoon as the storm clouds rolled into Stormville (this really was the closest shopping location)! I was hoping there would be some veggies left. I was NOT in my wildest dreams expecting the HGTV crews, lights and cameras! I can now assure you that those reality TV shows really do go out of their way to find out of the way places and capture small town America at its finest flea and garlic seeking moments!