Growing up, there were two “sports” in my house. Not the kind of thing where dad has a “man room” with all his sporting geek stuff, or closets full of gear. No, this was quiet enjoyment, not really talked about much at all. When I was young, my grandfather was quite ill and came to live with us for the last year of his life. On Saturday mornings, there he would be watching “Candlepins for Cash,” a locally produced candlepin bowling show. Candlepin bowling,...

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