"Where do you think I ought to stay?" She asked. I thought this detail would have been already worked out but I suggested a nearby motel that wasn't...too expensive or too, you know, seedy."Oh that place!" She finally remembered. "The one up by Los Toros." "Yeah, that's the place." I answered. "Gee, I haven't been to Los Toros in so long. Seems like it's always too crowded nowadays." "They must be doing something right." She added. "Listen, you want to go in there now?" She surprised. When Rick showed up, he brought along his younger sister. As he introduced Kelly to everyone, I felt an instant connection the minute our eyes met. She sat down to watch while everyone played a couple of games, deciding on the order we would play during the season. Over the next several months we were brought together on several occasions for various bowling events.It turned out Kelly was a pretty damned good bowler and we used her as a sub when one or another regular team member could not. (?)That's good because even though they may be sounder ballplayers than the new guys, you at least know what they're capable of, and how to pitch to them. Some of them, you can get with ridiculous roundhouse curveballs that a high school kid ought to be able to catch up with. Some will go for the breaking pitch, outside and low, even though when fans see it on television, they shake their heads and think, "Hey, even I wouldn't have swung at that!"Some -- even some of the established, successful. My friend, Chaz, talked me into signing up on the firstday of classes. “Come on buddy,” he said, “it will begreat. Three hours of looking at nude women. Throw in afew beers and it would be a party! Seriously, you aregood at drawing and this way I don’t have to take theclass alone.” The class was cool until the new model came walking into our third week class. I had to do a double take asmy eighteen-year-old freshman sister, Sam, dropped herbathrobe. The stogy old.