The clash of bowling pins could be heard from the parking lot, but the smell of fried food and lane wax, key in the identification of a bowling alley, wasn’t obvious until you enter the doors of AMF Town and Country Lanes. The building was also alive with the cheering of grandparent or parent/child teams.
Sandy Ferguson of Fulton, 56, and Aaron Harris of Tuscumbia, 12, a grandmother and grandson team, called themselves the Pin Heads.
“This is the first time Aaron has done anything like this,” Cindy Harris said of her son. “He’s only been practicing for six months with her.”
If her grandson was new to the sport, for Ferguson it’s an old friend. She can’t quite remember how long she’s bowled, but she thinks its been about 35 years.
“I used to go to the Fulton bowling alley with her,” Cindy Harris said. “I stayed in their day care until I was old enough to sit and watch.”
The team toyed with names during the months of practice. One day, her grandson came up with Pin Heads, and though he claimed later that it had been a joke, it’s what they stuck with. So, when he got up this morning, her grandson had a surprise, Ferguson spent last night designing and making T-shirts for their first game as a team. Falling bowling pins livened-up the front, while the team name waves across the back, each letter loving ironed on by Grandma.