My small town used to have a bowling alley.
Strike that. My small town still has a bowlling alley. It's just not open for business.
I know the fella whose Father ran the alley for a decade or so, and he's just as sad to see the place closed as I am.
Not that I'm an avid bowler. I think I may have bowled a couple dozen times total in my life. But in a small town like mine, any safe and sane family entertaiment (or distraction) goes into the plus category.
The building is empty now, although I'm ever hopeful that someone with dreams of running an establishment worthy of the Big Lebowski, will see the possibilities in the brick and mortar building and cough up some cash to spread some wax on the now dormant lanes.
A curiosity in my neighborhood is this house a few blocks away.
I keep thinking that the homeowner may have been the bowling alley's owner at one point in time and didn't have a clue what to do with the bowling ball inventory after shuttering the twin glass doors.
But maybe the heavy orbs have another purpose that I'm not aware of, being relatively new to my town.