Cash Peters (awful website, sadly) is a Brit who has managed to get himself pigeonholed as the man for the job when an American radio station needs someone to visit an obscure attraction.
This book follows some of his journeys to the kinds of places nobody really wants to visit. Of course the prospect of a barbed wire museum or a crazy golf course in the basement of a funeral home appeals to me. And his descriptions of encounters with various people dressed as foam animals (normally ending in a fight of some sort) and Elvis fans (also ending badly).
I loved this book, he’s a very funny writer bringing a lot of life to what could easily be a dull subject, somehow he seems somewhat overwhelmed by everything, approaching all with a childish wonder at the prospect of discovering the worlds largest ball of string, followed by the utter disappointment when he has seen it.