Dressed to the 9's in your flower pattern flamingo pants, you hop on a flight for Miami. You're ready for some classic Miami Vice action. Layover in Fort Lauderdale, massive delays, connection cancelled. You re-adjust, disembark, hit the town looking for trouble. Old ladies ask you for help crossing the street. "Not today, sexy. I can't have you wrinkling this sweet multicolor island dinner jacket." Everything is closed by 7pm. You play some bingo and hit the hay. You can get used to this. Retiring in your 20s, you decide to stay in Fort Lauderdale. Never felt better, never looked better. Get ready for seven more decades of Fort Lauderdale Vice.