Photo courtesy of the friendly Jupiter Lanes front desk attendant, who did have an odd idea of just what constituted 'outlaw country' music. If you ask me. Love him to death, though. I do.
It's also too bad you can't see the score here, since, at this point, I was 4 games down, 4 White Russians downed, and 125 pins to my name.
Some sad news to report from the Lanes, though, y'all.
It seems the father of Jupiter Lane's own Cotton Schwabb passed away on Sunday. When we were there, they were collecting donations to help defray expenses. So if you have a moment, and that moment happens to find you at the Lanes (or even if it doesn't), I might humbly suggest you stop by and contribute what you can towards the cause. You will be glad you did.
Thank ye.
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