Seniors Swing
Okay, I counted 31 folks dining at beef all Brady’s in a remote little town where the noise of Interstate 75 all through the day and night. But other than a couple of young staff people every one of the diners were seniors. Oh, I guess they all were between ages 68 and 78, at least as far as my aging eyes and acute eavesdropping years, could see in hear. “I’ll be going back home up north tomorrow”, one of the diners wearing a Daytona 500 T-shirt said to his friend as he and his wife with the cane left a restaurant. His companions apparently also snowbirds bid him farewell and briefly chatted about the dates when they too would be leaving sunny Florida for the season
So here we are seniors. We come enjoy and spend a lot of money in South Florida’s restaurants. We call this place home but then again it’s really just a stopping off point!