That's a weird case of deja vu. Back in the mid-'50s a was hitching a ride in the back of a pickup truck going through St. Pete. We got out to grab some coffee and even though it was a bright sunny day, I got the feeling of a pall of gloom over the place. There were all these old people sitting on benches and staring. It looked like they were just waiting to die and it creeped me out.
Years later we were at an RV park when a big bus-type motor home pulled in and the typical "little-ole-lady-in-tennis-shoes" steps down out of the drivers seat. Wife and I remarked was a difference between old people then and now. Maybe nothing has changed in St. Pete.
There’s a reason FL is sometimes called “Heaven’s waiting room”.