Thomas Harvey stared straight ahead for a moment, then took a few strides, cocked his arm back and, with a swift underarm motion, heaved a round, three-pound missile down the lane with all his might.
The ball hit the head pin just slightly off-center, and carnage ensued. Within moments, all 10 pins were prone. Among Harvey and his friends, there was much rejoicing.
"It feels great when you get a good one," Harvey said, smiling and still enjoying the adrenaline rush that can only come with duckpin glory. "I love it."
True, duckpin bowling ain't what it used to be. Thirty years ago, there were hundreds of lanes scattered...