HIGH AS HELL ON SHOE SPRAY FUMES: Bob Sherron of St. Louis, visits the International Bowling Museum and Hall of Fame and lives to tell about it. You better check out his Flickr set, to see what the hell we are talking about. What a world. We sorta took up bowling awhile back. Last spring. I look forward to taking Leigh on again, and soon.

And don’t miss this one from the set. Wow. Thanks, Bob. Good luck in the lanes!

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POWER WORDS TO SHARPEN THE NEXT NIGHT AT THE LANES: The Bowler’s Glossary.

Here, I’ll practice one right now: “Yo Dale, you sandbaggin’ sonofabitch, that love tap saved yer ass!”

Wait, kinda weird.

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MOTOR CITY, DON’T GO AWAY: “Don’t Let Them Die.”

I have this romantic vision of “going home to where I was born someday, and making a life there.” And that “where I was born” happens to be Detroit. Well, that vision is pretty fuckin’ far-fetched, and frankly, it hurts to write that. (The link above was sent in by fellow Band-of-the-Hand’r A. Beach.)

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DAYWRECKER WARNING: Ol’ Satterfield tunes in to a station, gets a lock on the frequency and shares the fruits with us: A grillion Transistor Radios. Good find, man. Heck yeah.

I got about this far, and had to turn back due to the pressures of “running a business” and “keeping Gary alive” and “not shaming my family and future generations with my rampant procrastination.” Damn.

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THANK YOU, MR. BAKER, OUT THERE IN THE BIG CITY: The best signage we’ve seen in a month. No shit. Get in there.