Through the bluegrass and marching band music, came the sound of the caravan.
The North Gypsy Caravan of Color, all pulling in at the west end of the beach.
Their buses and trailors loaded down with firewood and fiddles, dulcimers and drums, pigs and pipes, bangles and barrel organs, tamborines and a tipsy sailor with his pet bandicoot, they had picked up along the hyway. The tipsy sailor said his name was Fillmore East, so they took it as an omen to go to the west.
The band parked and started to unload and set up camp, raising the (freak) gypsy flag, announcing their arrival.

Zeak of Zerkel starting for the boardwalk to invite one and all to the drum circle tonight, followed by the sultry sounds of Isadora of Isanti playing her customized concertina in the key of C sharp. A concert sure to stun all senses!

Rustic Rebel of Rayville climbs out from behind the wheel of one of the buses, streches, yawns, throws her clothes of in a flash and makes a mad dash into the sea. It's been a long overdue trip for this one...