Back in the 1960s, I did some California Dreaming. It was the place to be (our culture of the time said) and I couldn't get there. Just a young teenager with strict parents, it didn't matter that it was 1967 and the "summer of love." For this little girl from Brooklyn, it was "stay home and help your mother!" Well, now that I'm older, I'm not going to California, but Florida. Warm weather, sunshine and tax breaks for retirees. Who knew?