The Reverend saw a sign that read: Reedsport Lanes. He looked right and surveyed a cinder block building with two large white bowling pins painted on a wall. He hadn't bowled since he was a kid. He hadn't seen a bowling alley in two decades. The Reverend decided it was time to go bowling again because there was nothing better to do and he had all the time in the world, or at least all the time ten grand would finance. After that? Maybe a great notion would come to him when he wore the weird bowling shoes and scored a strike that made that special smacking sound.
Gold Beach Thanksgiving (Part 3)
Gold Beach Thanksgiving (Part 3)
Gold Beach Thanksgiving (Part 3)
The Reverend saw a sign that read: Reedsport Lanes. He looked right and surveyed a cinder block building with two large white bowling pins painted on a wall. He hadn't bowled since he was a kid. He hadn't seen a bowling alley in two decades. The Reverend decided it was time to go bowling again because there was nothing better to do and he had all the time in the world, or at least all the time ten grand would finance. After that? Maybe a great notion would come to him when he wore the weird bowling shoes and scored a strike that made that special smacking sound.