For the past several weeks, Alisa has taken the boys to the 
French King Lanes on Saturday mornings for a kid's candlepin bowling league. I had never seen candlepin bowling before coming to the Northeast. The pins, of course, are different: the pins are little thin things. The balls are small too -- only about half the diameter of a regular bowling ball. There are 10 pins, like in "regular" bowling, but you get three balls to try to knock them down. Another difference is that during the frame (in between balls) the knocked-over pins are not removed, which changes the dynamic considerably. The kids play in teams of two, one team against another, bowling on adjacent lanes. The first player from each team bowls 5 frames and then the other player goes. Once each team has complete 5 frames, they exchange lanes. For the second game, they begin on the lane they just finished on and then switch back after the 5th frame. The fellow who runs the bowling alley coordinates the league and spends a lot of time with the boys helping them improve their form. It's a great thing for kids to do on a Saturday morning.
I'm still trying to work on my story. It feels forced. I'm trying to just push on through. If I get it wrong, that's OK -- I can just rewrite it, but if I don't have anything, I can't tell whether it's right or not.