No more trending up, until I spot the moon in the sky
My bowling hopes were high. The average going up, up, up. But splits were everywhere. Conversions were few. Pins stood. Winking. Laughing. First game. 152. Second game. 154. Final game. 127. Enough to make the spirits sink. Until the exit to drive home from Bowling Green Lanes. A look to the sky Spots a vision…
