At Hobart Lanes my Electrical Engineers bowled against 2 R’s and 2 L’s. During warmup I said to William Pfeiffer, “None of your names start with either R or L. What’s the deal?” You’ll see,” he replied. Two were lefties and the other two right-handed. Teammate Bob “Robbie” Robinson said, “Hey, you made the front page of the newspaper” and related that he was 6 at the time of Pearl Harbor and understood it was important from his parents’ reaction. For two and a half games I struggled until Frank Shufran told me I wasn’t following through. I promptly rolled five straight strikes to finish with a 210, my best game in two years. Demonstrative Judy Sheriff, whose middle game was even more horrendous than mine, rebounded with a 190, exclaiming “yahoo” and copying Frank Vitalone’s Italian salute when she picked up a ten-pin by gripping the biceps of her right arm and raising her fist. At home over the phone we wished Jim Migoski “Happy Birthday.” Thirty years ago I started bowling because of him.
West Virginia before the snow came, photo by Ray Smock' below, Jim Spicer, Packer fan