For some strange reason George Raft had become totally entralled with the prospect of living the life of a Flea Market salesman. Go figure. It was easy work for us to move him into such an identity. In the Flea Market setting no one can even begin to suspect the gnarly old man selling rags could be Georg Raft. Another job well done.
Don't even dream you will find him based on this photo. The Flea Market pictured here was closed out to make way for the first ever Church of Inline Skating and Frozen Non-Dairy Desserts. The whole troop of sales people have moved on into other Flea Markets around the country.
