Last week one of my colleagues was awarded the prestious Pulitzer prize. To celebrate, the company hung a ginormous banner across the building, made up signs and reprinted thousands of copies of his award-winning series.

I got an award last week too - the California Bowling Writers award for best bowling coverage. For real. But did I get a banner? A sign? Thousands of reprints?

No. I was robbed of the full glory of the moment.

Someday maybe...

But for now - it's off to Old I for the Baby Grand show where I'll drown my mid-spring malaise in a heady swirl of pop songs and icy rum-infused Diet Cokes.