Kate Walter, Writer See another artist page. Resident at Westbeth since 1997 Flea Market Tales I’m a volunteer at the Westbeth Flea Market. I hand out flyers on the corner. I probably got this assignment because I have a big mouth. I like playing carnival barker: “Westbeth Flea Market. Come on down. Lots of great stuff.” On a chilly November day, I went downstairs to grab the flyers. I was wearing a hoodie, and another volunteer said, “Kate, you’re not dressed warm enough.” As I started to head back upstairs to grab something warmer, Sandra Kingsbury said, “You can borrow a jacket from the rack.” So I looked through the outerwear rack and found a nice black parka that fit me. I’m not sure if it was men’s or women’s or unisex. But it looked good on me. I was handing out flyers on the corner of Bank and Washington when I ran into my neighbor, Ken Wade, and we started chatting. I mentioned that I was wearing a jacket from the flea market; he said it looked good. After I finished my shift, I went back to the basement and returned the borrowed item. Shortly after I returned to the sale, Ken was there shopping. He asked me, “Where is that jacket you were wearing outside?” I found it on the rack. He tried it on and bought it. Turns out I wasn’t just distributing flyers. I was modeling. # One day I was riding in the Westbeth elevator, and a neighbor said, “That shirt looks a lot better on you than it did on me.” We both laughed. The same thing happened to me in reverse. I saw Judy Moss wearing a brown and black striped shirt that I had donated because it had shrunk and gotten too tight for me. And it looked much better on her, a thinner person, a dancer. Another time, I went down to shop and saw my very distinctive T-shirt displayed on a hanger in a prominent place. I had been looking for that shirt for months. I asked Jane Klein, who was working in that section, where the shirt came from, indicating it was mine. She said someone found it in the laundry room. So I got back my lost shirt. SHARE: