I should have never saved that bowling ball.<\/p>\n
Spring had returned.\u00a0The earth, which incidentally is shaped like a bowling ball,\u00a0 had traveled all the way round the sun again. And there I was engage in my annual spring-garage-cleaning ritual. I had forgotton about that 16-pounder surfaced in all the other junk.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n I rescued the ball last year from a neighbor’s curb side trash pile. My wife protested at the time, insisting we didn’t need more junk. I didn’t rejoin with the old line about one man’s trash etc. Instead:<\/p>\n “You never know when you might have to pick up the seven-ten split.”<\/p>\n But life is not without regrets. I wish I never saved it in the first place but how could I throw out a perfectly good bowling ball now? After hemming and hawing, I postponed the decision another year by moving the ball to a different part of the garage. And then I it out of mind.<\/p>\n Until the earth goes round and round again and it’s next spring.<\/p>\n copyright 2018 Christopher Donahue<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I should have never saved that bowling ball. Spring had returned.\u00a0The earth, which incidentally is shaped like a bowling ball,\u00a0 had traveled all the way round the sun again. And there I was engage in my annual spring-garage-cleaning ritual. I … Continue reading