The Lady


I’m Tammy, a former trial attorney specializing in medical malpractice defense in Seattle, Washington.  In 2015, after 20 years of practice, I ceased practicing law at the age of 46.  I sold the house and everything in it and jumped into Nellie, my 2008 Newmar Ventana “bug-out mobile.” Will I return to practice?  We shall see. Right now, when I’m not in Homebase Seattle, I’m out on the open road.

Many of my interests are well-suited to RV travel, including recreational vehicles, travel, “glamping,” cocktail culture, local cuisine, the tiny house movement, and bargain hunting.  I’m a knowledge hound, pop culture ambassador, and social connoisseur.

Joining me on the road are the pups Rocket & Pinkie, and Boss Tweed, my 8ish-year-old cat with the gangster meow.

The Plan

It started innocently enough – sell the house, live more frugally. So, I bought an RV, planning to do a lot of sightseeing and soul-searching along the way.

This is the next thing that leads to the next thing.

I wouldn’t call what I do “roughing it.” For me, this is not an exercise in deprivation! If you are specifically looking for tips and tricks on minimizing expenses, I’m probably not your huckleberry.  I like a bargain as much as the next gal, and I’ll be sure to tell you about any I find along the way, but it is not my goal to pinch pennies.

The Song

First performed in Rodgers and Hart’s 1937 Broadway musical, “Babes in Arms,” “The Lady Is A Tramp” is about a woman who plays by her own rules.  Through the years the lyrics have been warbled by the jazz greats, such as Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald.

The Lyrics

The original lyrics describe a “hobohemian” who hangs her hat where she pleases, which just about sums up this little adventure of mine:


I’ve wined and dined on Mulligan stew
And never wished for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted, too,
From Maine to Albuquerque.
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball,
And what is twice as sad,
I was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Ca’ ad.
But social circles spin too fast for me.
My Hobohemia is the place to be.


I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theater but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That’s why the lady is a tramp
I don’t like crapgames with Barons and Earls
Won’t go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won’t dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That’s why the lady is a tramp
I like the free fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I’m broke, it’s oke
Hates California, it’s cold and it’s damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp


I go to Coney-the beach is divine.
I go to ball games-the bleachers are fine.
I follow Winchell and read ev’ry line.
That’s why the lady is a tramp.
I like a prizefight that isn’t a fake.
I love the rowing on Central Park Lake.
I go to opera and stay wide awake.
That’s why the lady is a tramp.
I like the green grass under my shoes.
What can I lose?
I’m flat! That’s that!
I’m all alone when I lower my lamp.
That’s why the lady is a tramp.

REFRAIN 3 (reprise)

Don’t know the reason for cocktails at five.
I don’t like flying-I’m glad I’m alive.
I crave affection, but not when I drive.
That’s why the lady is a tramp.
Folks go to London and leave me behind.
I’ll miss the crowning, Queen Mary won’t mind.
I don’t play Scarlett in Gone With the Wind-
That’ s why the lady is a tramp.
I like to hang my hat where I please.
Sail with the breeze.
No dough-heigh-ho!
I love La Guardia and think he’s a champ.
That’ s why the lady is a tramp.

REFRAIN 4 (reprise)

Girls get massages, they cry and they moan.
Tell Lizzie Arden to leave me alone.
I’m not so hot, but my shape is my own.
That’s why the lady is a tramp!
The food at Sardi’s is perfect, no doubt.
I wouldn’t know what the Ritz is about.
I drop a nickel and coffee comes out.
That’s why the lady is a tramp!
I like the sweet, fresh rain in my face.
Diamonds and lace,
No got-so what?

“I crave affection, but not when I drive.” There is no better line to summarize RV safety!