Spotted this guy downtown on Friday morning. Looking at his profile from the back, I imagined him to be some kind of drug runner, given the pony tail and shirt. But it was that bag – the faded, leather bag at his side. I mean, look at that thing! Doesn’t that scream Hey, I’m going…
Rocky grew up with his mother working at a snack bar in a bowling alley. As he got older, he realized he was pretty good at bowling. From there, he began trying to make his way through his skills at bowling: earning a living without actually earning a living.
On waking up, one of the first things I started to do was mess around some more with the camera. Downstairs, looking onto the fantastic dining room table setup. Messing around with the macro settings. Every started to arrive around 10:30, and we all sat down to a pretty fantastic meal (that’s my plate there,…
An annual tradition of the Beesons is for their family to get together during Christmas… and to bowl. I attended the 2007 gathering, and this year it was held at a place called Frankfort Bowl. Interestingly, the bowling alley was located up on the second floor of a building in downtown Frankfort. Cameron, surveying the…
As we left the bowling alley, we walked over to my car – which was located near the side of the building. There, we saw a guy sort of pacing around, holding a cellphone to his ear. Getting into the car, both Liz and I saw that a side door (located near the end of…
Left work at work today, because Liz and I had scheduled a date night. Went out to dinner, ran a quick errand, and then made our way over to Diversey Rock’n Bowl for a few rounds of bowling action fun. It’s been a while since I’ve been here. And though I’ve bowled here since the…