A Little Sweet Bowling Vignette: So Old!

I had a running commentary with a younger friend this past year about how very old I am. But for much longer it has been a running commentary with my son, Nicholas. Lifting up a box of books, back going out on our weekly hike, or just moving slowly on a weekday morning, I can…

Bowling in Chicago: friendship, racism, loyalty, and the meaning of team through the paradigm of working-class communities and bowling leagues in the late 20th century

I went to graduate school in political science at the University of Chicago in Hyde Park, and soon after arriving I looked for a bowling league to join. It seemed to me if you lived in Chicago, you should be on a bowling team. (I didn’t learn about 16-inch softball in Chicago until the following…