No Hope is a suburb even farther out than our soon-to-be home, and that's where we went bowling with Tom and Liz today, the New Hope Bowl, and I realized that, wherever I am -- urban, rural or suburban -- I'm a lousy bowler. Maybe the boundaries matter less than I fear. And maybe I should bowl more than once every three or years. At least it would be something to do while mingling with the natives.
|It wasn't long ago that people could still smoke INSIDE bowling alleys...|