I'm trying to think if I ever went bowling before the Army. I don't think I ever did. I didn't do so well bowling at Fort Lee either. I went because the girls were going and they asked me to come. I think it was after the debacle with the Mormon nutter. Maybe they thought they would cheer me up. I drank a beer there too but not enough to make me fall asleep. I wasn't upset about the jerk by then. I was just feeling like I didn't know where I was going with my life and someday it would all be over and I'd have to go home.
So I went bowling. Doesn't everyone go bowling when they know their life could suddenly get more sucky than it already was? I'm just kidding, honestly.
Martha. The lighting in here was very bad. They had good junk food though. I loved the onion rings. I think it was in the rule book that you had to buy a beer. Martha was good at bowling. I wasn't.
A different night of bowling. You can tell because Martha has a different shirt on. The blonde lady is Fran. I think the guys were either friends of Fran's or quickly became friends. Notice they have the required beer in hand.
Me of course. It was awful. The first ball went straight down the middle. There were still two pins on either side. There was no way I could do it and I didn't. It got worse from there. One ball went in the gutter. Another one knocked down some pins but they were in someone else's lane so they didn't count. Bowling would never be my sport.
Martha's guy.
This was Mark Wojtilak. I more than likely mangled that spelling. He came with us a couple of times to bowl. One night he got real funny. I don't think he was drunk but its hard to tell sometimes. I took another picture a few minutes later which I have now lost. I don't know what made him do it but he stuck a straw in each nostril and said he was a rhino. OK, he probably was drunk. Everybody was laughing themselves silly at it all.