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Show 67 impede people with walkers or wheelchairs, the large number of benches and resting-places on the streets, the very large number of churches, the little jitney busses which transport residents from one portion of the community to another. "There's a travel club too," the young man says. "This year they've gone to Greece, Morocco, and Japan. Some people seem to travel all the time." They meet the residents everywhere: most of them women with carefully styled white hair, wearing polyester pantsuits, but there are men too, tanned and leathery from the sun, driving in from the course in their golf carts, or reading the Sunday papers in the sun. Some of the residents walk with canes or walkers or are pushed in wheelchairs, but they seem few, and most of the people they pass on the streets seem active and well. "We haven't seen where the older ones are yet," says Annis. So they tour the nursing-care highrise, and visit the hospital facilities. Rod had thought Annis ought not see them, since it would certainly discourage her, but she had insisted, and had inspected them with a thoroughness and interest that surprised them all. She had chatted with the on-duty nurses, peered into patient rooms, suggested they try the cafeteria food. "It seems really quite humane," she says. "If you're going to be old, this must be the place to be." "A surprising thing happens to a lot of people who thought they were old when they come here," the young man says. "They've been trying to swim in pools that are full of teenagers in bikinis, or play tennis on a court next to an A game. But when they come here they discover that all the people in the pool |