Deciding about socks

Yes, fashion, it does swing back and forth. I remember when I was growing up, I used to cringe when my dad pulled out his high work socks, always dark-colored, with his shorts. Teen-aged me would only wear my white, gym-class-style socks with any or all type of shorts. (Cut-off jeans were in then, by…

Another hot bowling Sunday

We rolled our second Sunday special session last week. This time, I arrived for the 10 a.m. start slightly sleepy-eyed after working the closing shift at my new job. My practice rolling at Bowling Green in North Syracuse did not go well, as I felt like an old man pleading with his joints to loosen…

Sock it to me one more time

Technically I was right. When I showed up for the Thursday Night Men’s League at Bowling Green in North Syracuse on Sunday Morning — and yes, you read that right — our squad was listed second on the standings sheet. Much to my surprise, though, we had the same record as the team listed above…

You really socked it to me

Apparently I have a sock issue. Or so it seems after yesterday’s post titled “So Shoe Me.” I thought I was showing off my good taste in lace-less footwear. You thought I was showing off shocking white socks. So, one last footwear post. Honest. Said Jolene: ” … then I saw your white socks with…