Hi Gary,and Bernadette, Beings you and Bernadette are bowlers,I have to share this bowling story with you and the bloggers. After graduating from high school I moved out to Denver Colorado,with my oldest sister Bernadette,and husband Frank Boucher. My first year out there I joined the bowling league that they belong to. Because they already had there team, I played opposite them, with Vern, one of Franks co-workers and his wife Irene, and George another one of Franks co-workers,and I. It was made up of 32 teams. Anyway it just so happened that my sister Bernedette’s team, and my team ended up playing against each other for the seasonal championship.(I mean like 1st Place) Because Bernadette was the league President, all of the trophies were sent to her house til championship nite.Well it just so happened that I had not got a place of my own yet so her home was still my home at the time. So anyway in the mean time Bernadette took out all the trophies and had them on display on this big dining room table in her dining room. Well championship night rolled around and we were down to our last game, Bernadettes team had rolled their last frame,and in order for us to beat them (poor Irene had to get 2spares and a strike) Well she got the two spares, and when she went up for the strike you could of heard a pin drop in that whole bowling alley. She went up threw the ball, all looked well then the foul alarm with red lights went off before the ball hit the pins and she got a strike. Everyone looked stunned, and as we looked at the foul line,we saw this little prissy, pink and white hanky,laying on the foul line. Irene always kept a little hanky tucked in her belt. Well needless to say the whole place went crazy. Bernadettes team assumed it was a foul and they won. And I was tryingto explain the best I could at the age of 18,that it had to be your physical body going across the line to be considered a foul. Anyway to make a long story longer, we had to write to the International Bowling Congress to settle the score. Because that was long before e-mails we had to wait for a response by snail mail.Which took like 2 weeks. The I.B.C. ruled in my teams favor…that a part of your physical body had to go across the line. Needless to say, it was a long two weeks walking past that dining room table with the four Championship trophies on it,and even a couple longer weeks after they were not there anymore……If you know what I mean…LoL. Well hope you all have a blest day…Aggie