Yesterday evening, my daughter and my wife took me to father's day events of bowling and supper.
I bowled 85. Low, low, but it had been six years, and I was using my walker. I had one strike and two spares. Better scores to follow.
For supper, we went to a Pappas Restaurant. "Fresh Greek Food," said the billing. So, at a Greek restaurant, I had a Tampa Cuban sandwich (good) and an Italian dessert (also good). I also had Greek fries. They were great.
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