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November 25, 2010

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This sort of soul-baring honesty makes me feel as if, even though your words reach me from a computer a thousand miles away, you might be sitting in the next room.

Too bad you weren't in Beckley at an earlier age...you could have taken bowling lessons with me and Michelle :)

I would occasionally go bowling with my grad school friends when I first moved to Mo'town. I don't know that I've ever broken 100.

I'm almost 26 years old, and I've never been bowling. My husband occasionally threatens to take me, but it hasn't happened yet.

I hope our kids follow in our footsteps, as language-and-history-loving musical types, but I try to mentally prepare myself for the idea that our children may be as different from us as we are from our parents (my father was an athlete and an accountant; I can't balance my checkbook without a calculator or throw a ball in a straight line). It's great that you have so much in common with your relations. I love my parents, and get along well with them, but we don't have many common interests.

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