Bowling pin cake pans and more miraculous signs

This week in A-Town and elsewhere…

Vi turned 10. We celebrated with a bowling bash—10 friends on a summer’s eve and a bowling pin cake topped with gumballs (I had already planned the party when I serendipitously scored the pin pan for 25 cents at a garage sale 2 weeks ago). Good times, good times.

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My cousin Karin, in whose memory Life in A-Town was begun, has a new nephew, born Thursday morning. Karin’s mother Nina wrote: “His name is angelic, and his aunt is an angel.” Welcome to the world, Gabriel Benjamin Walsh!

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I started a supplemental “body blog,” Grace’s A-Town-Oh-Me (a stretch of an analogy to “Grey’s Anatomy”). I figured (pardon the pun), by creating a topic-specific “problem spot” for weight-loss ruminations, I could let A-Town readers self-select: Those who care, and those who don’t care to “go there.” (My dear brother, for example, were he to grace this virtual A-Town with his presence, would likely not choose to read detailed descriptions of my pelvic injury and commensurate bodily contortions to try to stretch the darn thing!)

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This week also marked my first realization, as chief administrator of a non-profit charitable organization, that I do not know, week to week, where or when our funding will come from…or even whether, in fact, the funding will come. “In God We Trust” takes on a whole new meaning.

(Do you think I should have entitled this post, “Bowling for Dollars”?)