As you stand in the doorway of the condominium in South Florida, you are required (by law) to spread out your arms, open your eyes wide and shout "Oh, It's Beautiful."

Upon entering the huge living room do not allow your enthusiasm to flag. It is not difficult as the residences are usually bright, beautifully furnished, sitting on an inland lake, tiled with white marble, bright and cheery and contain interesting statuary and handsome art work.

Your host and/or hostess will then direct you to the lanai, where you can sit on wicker chairs under the slowly moving tropical fans. (Where are Sydney Greenstreet and Peter Lorre?)

At this time a drink is offered and usually accepted. The lake or the golf course are the vistas of choice.

The question is then popped, "So, when are you going to move down to Florida? I know somebody who is selling and somebody who just died and you can get a good price on a unit."

"We are seriously thinking about it," is the proper reply even if it is less than truthful.

Next is the obligatory tour of the clubhouse. The clubhouses in South Florida put the Taj Mahal in Agra, India to shame. They are extremely luxurious and interspersed with plants that one never sees north of the Mason-Dixon line.

The country-club life beckons and you truly mull it over in your mind. You entertain a Walter Mitty day-dream scene in your head and try to imagine yourself living this life of tennis, golf, bridge, canasta, swimming and relaxation.

Not bad!

Maybe!

But not right now!

As Scarlet O'Hara stated in Gone With the Wind -"I'll think about it, tomorrow."