If you ever stop by to visit us at our home in Northern California, you may notice we have a rather unusual style of home décor.  One might call it “early hippie meets Jimmy Buffett at an island garage sale of bohemian rustic junk.”

In other words, our home is filled with crap treasures we’ve collected from years of travel.

Some gems stick around for only a short time before being relegated to the basement and then to the Goodwill box. The neon-colored “limited edition” Margaritaville parrot-sha...