I'll admit my idea of the bowling alley stems from when I was a kid. First it's dirty and dark and dingy and then it's mostly filled with grandma's and grandpa's. My own grandparents still frequent their local alley 
However, Terry was home so we set out for a morning of fun. It really was!
Nice, clean, full of other families, a really fabulous Sunday morning. Like most places, thanks to the clean air act, it was smoke free and best of all they sold fries to help keep little fingers busy while waiting their turn!
