Between the months of May and September, Mr. Baseball and I are going to Vegas, San Diego, Chicago and San Francisco. Most of those vacations were, surprise, baseball-inspired—we’re going to see the Cubs lose! I mean win. Sorry, honey 🙂 —but since I picked up Tiki Road Trip: A Guide to Tiki Culture in North America, I’ve started selecting sites drag him to. The book organizes the destinations by state, with black and white photos to accompany the text.
So I was excited when I came across the baseball equivalent at work—Roadside Baseball: The Locations of America’s Baseball Landmarks (2nd Edition), same format and all. I guess it’s no surprise that they’re by the same publisher: Santa Monica Press.
Maybe Mr. Baseball will start a blog, too!
The other day, Mr. Baseball asked me why I liked tiki so much all of a sudden, and I didn’t really have an answer for him. Because it feels like I’ve always had a passion for this kind of kitschy stuff, but it had nowhere to manifest itself. I think James A. Teitelbaum captured this feeling in his introduction to Tiki Road Trip: A Guide to Tiki Culture in North America:
“For children growing up in California, Tiki style has always been a part of everyday life. Even with the amount of Tiki we have lost in the past 30 years, Tiki still permeates California.”
So, you might say it’s in my So-Cal soul. Add to that a penchant for retro style, a slightly obsessive personality and my fairly recent discovery of Tiki Central and Tiki Farm, and my affinity has taken root and grown like a palm tree on steroids. I’m very much a noob, but I think that just makes discovering all things tiki that much more new and exciting.