We all met there at around 5. The Bowlerena was packed. We got our shoes, tried out several balls, put our names on the scorecard and started aiming down the lanes — and the gutters. There were many excuses and explanations:
— I have 2 new hips.
— I’m only seven.
— It’s too loud in here for me to bowl.
The highlight was the chili cheese dog birthday cake lovingly compiled by Kate, bride of Buck, and the Bowlerena snack bar.
It was good.