The sound of crashing pins echoes through Midtown Bowl in Atlanta like the soundtrack of a bygone America that stubbornly refuses to fade away – thank goodness.
The air carries that distinctive bowling alley perfume – a complex bouquet of lane oil, shoe deodorizer, hot french fries, and nostalgia. Scientists should bottle this scent for therapeutic purposes.
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