When my parents retired to Florida I thought they had become a cliche. Little old people vegetating by the pool, complaining of their arthritis, driving 35 mph in the fast lane down Interstate 95 with heads barely reaching above the steering wheel—or as Richard Dreyfuss so aptly put it in a recent film: they had become “the pre-dead.”

I was determined not to become a member of that tribe. First, I was never going to retire. Second, I was never going further south than Washington, D.C. Well, I made good on number one. I did not, nor will I ever, voluntarily retire. I just changed jobs, reinventing myself all along the way. Number two is another story altogether. When we inherited the dreaded Florida apartment, our first thought was, “Yikes, if we go down there, we’ll be the ‘pre-dead’ too!”

This content has been archived. It is available through our partners, LexisNexis® and Bloomberg Law.

To view this content, please continue to their sites.

Not a Lexis Subscriber?
Subscribe Now

Not a Bloomberg Law Subscriber?
Subscribe Now

Why am I seeing this?

LexisNexis® and Bloomberg Law are third party online distributors of the broad collection of current and archived versions of ALM's legal news publications. LexisNexis® and Bloomberg Law customers are able to access and use ALM's content, including content from the National Law Journal, The American Lawyer, Legaltech News, The New York Law Journal, and Corporate Counsel, as well as other sources of legal information.

For questions call 1-877-256-2472 or contact us at [email protected]