The Mango Vol 1 Issue 6

of Papua New Guinea art out of Long Island, N.Y., all to lend an on-theme tribal feel. There is one television, and if [insert big game] isn’t on, it usually broadcasts a loop of ocean waves and moonlight. “I’m not going to tell my wife how much it all cost,” he jokes. “But truthfully, she knows. She just doesn’t let you know she knows.” The walls are mostly old, weathered planks, installed to manufacture the freedom to hang things without concern for stud whereabouts. His eldest daughter has made several signs for the bar with inspiration from Disney Jungle Cruises, like “Tours Departing Daily.” “But mostly when I ask for help with something in the bar, they just groan.” The space is intricately intertwined, so to move just one thing is a huge undertaking. Despite the effort it takes to make a change, it is still the foundation on which tiki bar buffs operate. “When I look at it, I see changes coming. It’s always changing.”

The name, “Trader Dick’s,” is part in homage to the blueprint of Trader Sam’s and part reminiscent of a childhood where friends called him Rick, Rich or occasionally, Dick. As per Barnes family tradition, the first official gathering to occur in Trader Dick’s? “It was a probably a kid’s birthday party. Most of all, I wanted a place to sit in the middle of winter where it didn’t feel like it was the middle of winter in Massachusetts.” The next step is to construct an actual beach outside the tiki bar. Here’s hoping the sandy shore will go out back instead of down the driveway, or else the family roadster may get kicked to the actual curb. Alas, priorities. Nancy S. Moseley is a freelance writer who thinks she will start playing loops of ocean waves and moonlight in her house to set a more desirable ambience. It will sure beat the everyday, cacophonous loop of “Paw Patrol.”

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