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Asbury Lanes

Thursday, February 22nd, 2018

Abandoned Asbury Lanes

After study, we drove down the Shore. Upon arrival, the cops escorted us out of Deal. It was too cold for the beach, but the guy in Asbury turned on Lane No. 1 for us. We drank pitchers and tossed bombs down a warped alley. The place was ours alone. We threw strikes and hit splits, like the guys with thick sideburns on Wide World of Sports.

The lights flickered. We discovered we could hit the reset button and gain an extra frame.

“There gonna shut this place down one day soon,” the manager told us.

No wonder, we thought. “It’s worn and out of style. He was lucky we happened by.”

He handed us back our Lou Brock sneakers. We raised the collars on our Pony League baseball jackets and strutted into the afternoon light, fully expecting that the next place we went was gonna be better.