Bryan's Bowling Center

  Bowling Alley near you The familiar chime of the entrance bell rang as Athena and her mother, Winona, stepped into Harvey’s Harvest Store. The evening air outside was still, and inside, the only sound came from the faint hum of the refrigeration unit. Behind the counter, Tom Harvey, the quiet and distant store owner, barely acknowledged them, his focus fixed on his ledger. Athena, just eight years old, watched Tom with quiet wonder. Why did he always seem so sad? She sighed before following her mother down the aisles. Minutes later, they were at the counter. Tom, methodical as always, offloaded the groceries without a word. Winona smiled and greeted him. Tom barely glanced up and gestured with a wave Winona nodded. She was not surprised. But Athena wasn’t willing to accept his silence. She tilted her head. “You know, Mr. Harvey, you have the most wonderful smile in this town.” Tom froze. His fingers hovered over the register and stared at Athena. “Really?” His voice was barely ab...

  Bowling Party Near Her at Bryan’s Nine-year-old Lucy Wayne lived with her parents, Stephanie and Michael, in a quiet, gated community in historic downtown Milford. It was a peaceful neighborhood, perfect for childhood adventures. Lucy pedaled her bicycle furiously, her school backpack bouncing as she navigated the winding roads toward home. Her mind raced just as fast — this morning, her mother had promised a surprise after school! The anticipation had made the hours crawl by. She had exhausted all possible guesses but still had no clue what awaited her. As she rode into the courtyard, her eyes landed on two familiar figures stepping out of the house with their arms wide open. “GRANDMA, GRANDPA!” Lucy shrieked joyfully, abandoning her bicycle as she dashed up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Jeffrey and Margaret Kayne laughed as they embraced their granddaughter tightly. Living 25 miles away in Bridgeville, visits were rare but always cherished. Seeing them at her home was ...

  Striking Up Fun: When Everly Discovered the Nearby Bowling Alley Everly had always been a good girl. She followed the rules, finished her homework on time, and never spoke out of turn in class. She never broke anything, never got into trouble, and never, ever colored outside the lines. Yet, deep inside, a restless feeling bubbled within her. A part of her longed to be wild, free, and fearless. But she didn’t know how. One afternoon, as she sat alone during recess, watching her classmates chase each other around the playground, a loud burst of laughter caught her attention. A girl Everly had never spoken to before was hanging upside down from the monkey bars, her wild curls bouncing in the breeze. “Who’s that?” Everly asked Valerie, who was sitting beside her. “That’s Riley,” Valerie whispered. “She’s fearless and always happy. She does whatever she wants.” Everly watched as Riley leaped off the monkey bars, landing with a dramatic roll, before sprinting toward the soccer field, c...