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When I was a kid growing up in NYC, from about '62 to '72, I spent summer vacations on my cousin's farm in West Virginia. MY cousin Chuck was about 4 years older than me, & we used to go camping in the mountains alot. He told me the true story of the Flatwoods (W.Va.) monster that supposedly terrorized the area about 10 years earlier, around 1953. I didn't believe him, until he showed me the newspaper clipping, and then all camping trips after that were done in sheer terror.
Last June, my ex & I visited Flatwoods on the way up to play the Ribfest my band plays every year. 65 years later, the town still capitalizes on the monster, with souvenirs,bumper stickers, keychains,little monster statues, big statues, it seems like the monster is a good part of their economy.
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