Silly Sunday! I am one-quarter Italian. So. Family gatherings meant two things. Plenty of food. Probably not helped by some stereotypically owning restaurants. And bocce. Yeah. Some creative liberty here. For humor.

A long, long time ago in a desert far, far … wait. That’s not it. Well. I guess. Maybe? Hmm. How about this instead? There are times. I am amused. And. There are times. I need help. But. The best times? Are. These.

My father and grandfather were in a Friday night bowling league in the 1970s and early 1980s. I started to “tag along” when I was about five years old. I learned to keep score and how to bowl, too. Yay! Um, life skills?