I probably know the Bronco Bowl better than anyone on this post. When I was born, my Father worked and bowled there. I was born terminally ill and premature. I spent the first year of my life in Children's Medical Center, and the patrons and the powers that be at Bronco paid all of my medical bills for those long months. The Bronco Bowl became my home. I spent nearly every day of my first seventeen years of my life in that place. I later began working there when I became of age and worked there until the day the doors closed for the first time. I have every square inch of the building seared into my memory. I remember Jerry and Mary Jo Ferris who worked there and were very good friends with my family. I remember  manager Don Spiker, and I remember saying goodbye to him as he left for home where he passed away later that night. I remember the baby that was born in the ladies restroom. I remember the Indian league who could drink more beer than anyone I've ever seen. I remember Jessie Brown and Connie Mack who worked the lanes during the day. I remember Billie, Jaime and Javier who worked the lanes with me at night. I remember the pool players, like Jim, Wesley, Romero, brothers Johnnie and Luis, and Buddy McClendon. My dad Junior could drink and play them under the table. I remember Jane Hicks who was the league director and my protector . She took care of all the kids. I remember Monica McCoy and my little sis Tiffany who owned the barber shop in the back. I remember Big Kathy and little Kathy who'm I was secretly in love with, and I remember her brother Keith who was also my very good friend. I remember Benny and Bitsey Hinkle who owned the snack bar, then later, Nat Segovia who took over. I remember it all. I hope someone remembers me. - Ardis Stembridge (November 2004)