I was sitting in the lounge of the "Green Turtle" in Marsh Harbor, Bahamas, several years ago getting pleasantly soporific on some strange-but-delicious pineapple/coconut/rum concoction and asked an elderly couple what time it was. She replied "August", and then he added the year. I nearly fell out of my chair laughing at their truly helpful response to my own Type-A behavior. We got into a longer, most enjoyable chat about what they were doing, which was exactly what Boatman is contemplating. They had sold the house, bought a small one near the kids, and spent about half the year sailing. Taking advantage of differing economies, they stocked the boat (actually, they said "ballasted") with canned hams, which they used to barter for most of their needs while in the islands. The difference, it seems, was that both of them thououghly enjoyed the life-style and each other's company.