My papaw, Charlie Brown, turned 91 this month so, for his birthday, we took him on a surprise trip to Indianapolis to go Atomic Duckpin bowling. (He had mentioned once, quite randomly, how he used to love it, not knowing Z and I had discovered the place during our quick-trip to Indy a while back.) At lunch afterwards (at Santorini’s), I asked him if he had fun, and he said, “Why yes, lots of fun! I hadn’t done that since before World War II.”
