Does doing the same thing two years in a row make a tradition? If so then sliding around on ice with this one on the Boston Common is becoming a sort of tradition. I suppose we'll have to see if it's in the cards for me to make yet another poorly planned and obscenely cold visit to New England next winter. . I first met Stevie more than two years ago when we were both living in the south. Upon a visit to her home I commented on the lovely fabric she had lining all of the drawers in her kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. She explained that it was more than decoration, that is was there so that she could pack up her entire home and be on the road in under an hour should the need or desire arise. At first that seemed a bit... odd... paranoid even? But she went on to tell me how this was a practice, a tradition, passed down in her family from her Romani (aka gypsie) roots. . I had SOOOO many questions! . What followed was the first of many discussions on the ways of the Romani people, their wagons, their wanderings, their subversiveness, and the ways they have been misunderstood and persecuted. I didn't quite realize it at the time, but these conversations helped reawaken in me a desire I'd had since childhood to live like the traveling people, wandering from place to place, forming a tribe on the road, and experiencing new people and places at each stop. Seven months later I set out at The Nomadic Beers.