Our team activity for this office visit was bowling – in a 1950s era alley located in the burbs – which everyone from the local office kept pronouncing as booling, and which was starting to get my goat. Or should i say goot.

In any case, the activity turned out fun enough though made me realize how old I’ve become. My joints have seen better days, and communing with people nearly half my age made for an energetic albeit incongruous pasttime. I don’t think I can continue doing this for long.