We went to Cawker City exclusively to see the largest ball of twine. It was semi-impressive, albeit not of use to anyone. The locals warned us not to touch it for reasons I cannot quite imagine, but we took their advice anyhow. Afterward, we looked for a postcard, but there was not a store to be found in town. Postcardless, we left the sleepy town with a few snapshots and the implanted memory of a large ball in the middle of nowhere.