My parents were talking about some local redevelopment projects. One is an old bowling alley less than a mile away. I remember Crown Bowl when I was growing up.
One day, they won a local raffle and the prize was a free bowling ball and bag, from Crown Bowl. Both of my parents already had a ball they were comfortable with, so the prize went to my siblings and I. My brother, John, didn’t like to bowl and I already had a ball and a bag, so the prize was given to my sister, Judi. I think she was in junior high at the time.
She came to dinner with the ball and bag, just to show it off. My dad asked to see it, so she pulled it out. It was bright pink with swirls and glitter. But my dad had a question for her.
“Where are the holes?” he asked.
“What holes?” my sister responded. She had picked up the ball and matching bag, but didn’t get it drilled to use it. My mother called the bowling alley and they were still laughing about the little girl that picked up a ball and a bag, but left before they could discuss drilling options (which were included) with her.
She took the ball back the next day and picked it up a few days later after it was drilled. But that didn’t stop John and I from teasing her about it every chance we got.
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Remind me where Crown Bowl was located. I am sure you remember Shady Acres Miniature Golf Course, right?
-Eric B.
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