Remember yesterday when I said Mr. Troutbend was at death's door, having thrown up all night and couldn't keep anything down all day?

Well, today he's at bowling because even if it kills him he must try to stay at the top of the league.

Maybe it really was just a 24 hour bug that had him. Hope that's all it was.

Here are some of the bowling balls in the garage here. He made that little shelf over the water heater to hold them. In all, there are 30 new balls in boxes stored out there. He gets them free for entering tournaments and drills them himself. I told him to bring them all in the house this summer because it isn't good for them to get so hot in the garage - it's 110 here in the summer, hotter in the garage.



Sorry, Elvis, bowling is the King at our house.