You might call it Baby Boomer Spring Break. We’re not talking about a week of Hawaiian Tropic-scented, girls gone wild, hedonistic beach parties here. Oh no. We’re talking about hordes of middle-aged northerners and Midwesterners (mostly retired) who meet up every year for several months of eating, drinking and merriment.
Yes, they’re primarily on southern beaches to get away from the bitter cold, but if you think that’s all there is to the story you’re missing the much bigger—and oft-times compelling—picture.