Saturday, September 10, 2005

Bowling

Someone decided that they would organize a bowling party. When the day came we had second thoughts, but hey, we said "Yes" so we went.

They had reserved several lanes.

When we arrived we payed and received stinky, impossibly loud shoes. I've never found out who came up with the red and green patterned bowling shoes, but it wasn't a haberdasher.

Anyway, there were several families there, moms, dads, sisters, brothers. We got some dogs and sat around conversing while others bowled. One of the kids brought a guitar and was playing at one of the tables behind the lanes. It was an all-around wholesome sight. One of the kids said: "I can't stand this. This looks like some magazine picture." Yeah, it did. It should have been in a magazine.

Several were there that we hadn't seen in a while. I know it drives the kids crazy for us old people to say it but I couldn't resist telling Thomas how much he'd grown.

After the dogs, fries, and frames, we left. It was 9:00 already. Us old folks usually don't stay up past 8:30. This was an exception.

...dave
If your parents never had children, chances are you won't either. -Dick Cavett

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