Enjoying her daily routine after retiring, Margaret was up by five and out the door by five fifteen for her morning walk along the beach. Finishing her walk, she stopped at the Cafe Java for a coffee and sausage biscuit. Picking up a newspaper and spying her favorite table open, she slide into the seat and began pursuing the paper. "Wonder if there is any estate sales this weekend," she wondered to herself.
Polishing off the last of the biscuit and coffee, suddenly a stranger tapped her on the shoulder. "I hate to bother you, but I have something important to ask of you."
Margaret listened attentively to the stranger across from her as he told her how he had come into an inheritance of his great aunt's house, a bed and breakfast, in the old fishing village of Destin, ten miles down the road from here. Having a deep love for his beloved Great Aunt May, he could not just list this gem on the open market. Did she know someone who loved antiques, a slow-paced life that moved with the ebb and flow of the tides?
Margaret smiled, "And that's how I ended up being the proud owner of Aunt May's Bed and Breakfast of Destin Florida."