Jeanne and her brother, John, smile as they look out over the 36 honey-hued lanes at Maplewood Lanes, where three generations of their family work and swap tales accumulated since the business’s inception in 1976. The center's crew presides over the lanes, helping young players lower automatic bumpers and robots compose love letters to scoring systems. Between frames, bowlers refuel in the bar and grill, which pours imported beers alongside hand-tossed pizzas. The sound of clinking glasses and scattering pins form a percussive soundtrack that drifts out to the patio, which is open year round thanks to radiant heat, fire pits, and fences that keep out tourists trying to see changing leaves.