Long years of experience

One day in the late 40s, our parents announced that we would spend the day at the Arlington race track. It seemed like it took us forever to drive there as we lived far away in Morton Grove.

Finally we arrived. My brother Jay and I checked the place out. We found the ice cream and snack booths. When dad bought us popcorn, he told us to save the boxes and fill them with tickets we found on the ground. You never know when someone might throw away a winning ticket by mistake.

The next day, Dad grabbed the Tribune (where he worked as a color engraver) and we checked the winning horses against our tickets. You guessed it - no winners.

Fast forward to 1965. My husband George and I bought a house in Rolling Meadows, one mile from the track. We sadly watched it burn down and surprisingly rebuilt so fast.

Do we want it torn down again? No! Do we want the Bears to move in? No! Why? Well, it's not because of more traffic. The Rt. 53 exit to the track already goes through our back yard. I guess old people just don't like change.

Jean Di John Wenzel

Rolling Meadows