ABSTRACT
For much of my life, I dreamed of escaping the sullen landscapes and harsh winters of eastern North America and living my days in sunny, carefree California. Moving to Miami in 1994 gave me equable winters and aquamarine waters, not to mention wonderful colleagues. Yet steamy summers and cultural claustrophobia offset Miami’s undeniable appeal. Retiring in 2005 with my wife’s encouragement, we went west. Good move, and one of the best things about it was living not very far from Cecelia Lynch and her family.
