Grandpa Neal would be proud. It turns out that Russell is really starting to enjoy bowling with his friends up in the Motor City, so when he came for a visit this weekend he wanted to roll a few frames with Kish and me. Yesterday afternoon we went down South High Street to Wayne Webb’s Columbus Bowl. It was largely deserted, but we had fun and there was red, white, and blue to be found in the riotous colors that were everywhere we looked. It was a useful reminder that you never want to have your home decorated by the same person who also has devised the color scheme at a bowling alley.
It was the first time I’ve been bowling in a year and a half, and in my first game I had my worst game in decades — a 104. I’m happy to report, though, that I righted the ship and followed it up with a 155 and then a snappy 209.