It's probably the last trip that car will make to Wisconsin,

There doesn't seem to be a limit for what people might spend for this kind of entertainment.

Frank didn't know until 2 p.m. yesterday that he was the winner, ... His winning ticket was sitting in an envelope at the bar, and even though they knew the winning ticket was bought at Pell Lake, nobody tried to look in the envelopes and see who had the winner.

Maybe we should call it the miracle state.