As Boogerfoot talks to seniors, he stands in front of the seniors at the lanes, puffing out his chest and going on about how he once bowled a strike with his eyes closed and could probably beat anyone in the building with one paw tied behind his back. But instead of letting his bragging and bluster steal the spotlight, he reminded them with a grin that bowling isn’t about keeping up with his tall tales—it’s about laughing with friends, rolling the ball however it comes, and soaking up the joy of the game. “Don’t worry about me,” he said, wagging a finger playfully, “I talk big, but the real fun is in your strikes, your spares, and even your gutter balls—because those make the best stories.”
Pull Up a Stool—There’s Always a Story to Tell
The Return of Heart, Grit, and Real Songs
The Return of Heart: The 70’s Vibes Are Back (Sort Of) Turns Out the Old…
Why Our Daughters Still Need Title IX to Mean What It Meant in 1972
Remembering the Fight for Equality Through Title IX As a Baby Boomer who walked the…
Dreams Delayed, Not Denied: The Spirit of Resilience
Dreams Delayed Not Denied Keep Doing What You Love—No Matter What. I'm a big believer…