After a Saturday wandering Omaha's downtown, feeding ducks and swans and geese and watching the great Missouri river roll by, we stumbled upon a humble and very local little bowling alley in a run down neighborhood of Omaha. While a bowling league full of people who work too hard to have too laughed loud for the one evening a week they were free to do so, we bowled. And my daughter beat her older brother and dad in the final of three games we rolled.