Nothing follows salad like bowling

SALAD.

BOWLING.

Game one, in which I rolled my worst game of all time.

Game two, in which I managed to crash the bowling computer.

Game three, in which they turned off all the lights and got cosmic.

Game four, in which Lori rolled her best game of all time.

Game five, in which we were tired but gave ourselves an X for effort.

Two thumbs up for Bowl America Falls Church, which I’d last visited more than five years ago, prior to plans for shutting it, a hurricane ripping off its roof and a subsequent unlikely revival. Old school but all kinds of enjoyable.

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