My Aunt lives on Tampa Bay, in a 6th floor condo. All public parking is closed. She walks her 2 miles twice a day on the beach, patrol is heavier than normal. No sitting.
Most of the time there are very few. She walks to a restaurant on the beach, picks up her lunch or dinner. She believes sitting is your path to death. Tomorrow she will be 97.
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