Steven Dietz’ quirky and hysterical look at love, life, and the perils of bowling. Jake owns the bowling alley in a small Midwestern town. He is sitting on a hilltop where he comes to ruminate on his life and where two of his three wives are buried—Lois was zapped by lightning while carrying a bowling trophy in a thunderstorm and Loretta was killed by a barrage of bowling balls.
In his younger days, Jake was a promising concert musician, but a foul-tip baseball broke his fingers which subsequently healed into a perfect bowler’s grip. Jake replays the key frames of his life and, from time to time, is visited by his daughter Molly who has become adept at talking women into marrying her father for love and free lane time. But who is that nattily dressed man with dark glasses and a revolver lurking nearby?