When my sister was doing missionary work here in Saitama, we often invited her up to our home in Koriyama for the winter holidays. We had hours of roaring fun with the games she always brought along when she came. Probably when my children think "Dutch Blitz", "Peek", "UNO", "Skip-Bo", "Pigmania", "Yahtzee", "PIT" (Spoons version), "Go Fish", "Mille Bournes", or anything to do with that kind of fun-in-the-living-room, it will be my sister Joyce they remember. (There are actually many more games than the ones mentioned, but I knew readers would be bored. Besides, to younger folk, "games" usually means moving online symbols and interaction with technology, not laughter with people.)
Then there was that year the activity wasn't at home. Joyce offered to take us bowling.
Several problems. I had had an accident, and my back was too weak to handle a heavy ball. Kinya's back too, was acting up. To make matters worse, my daughter Emi couldn't go. So in the end, it was agreed my son Keima, in junior high by then, and Joyce would do the bowling while Kinya and I cheered. We decided to have a good time anyway.
Here's a picture from that time. You'll have to imagine his expression--full of fun--he's facing the other way; he still wouldn't let me take a picture from the front!
