There is an unhappy story connected with this postcard.
In the early 1990's, we were driving back from visiting family in Iowa. I saw the sign for the windmill and wanted to stop. While my husband griped the entire time, we spent about an hour or so in Elk Horn.
Our plan was to take a southern route so that we could stay overnight in Wheeling, West Virginia, and go to the dog track and look at some glass blowing companies.
Because of this side trip, we missed the first few races, where I missed placing a bet (superfecta), using my favorite numbers.
The numbers came in and paid $10,000.
Okay, perhaps I shouldn't be betting on the dogs, and this was my just punishment. Or, perhaps, by our delay, we missed being in a car crash. There are a lot of ways to look at this missed "opportunity."
Life goes on, and, all these years, I have saved this card.