Heheh . . . we didn't find out until a family get together a few years ago. My dad's cousin, Tommy, who was a rather large teenager (figure that my sister and I, at 5'8" and 5'10", respectively, are the shortest grandchildren in my dad's family) had gone somewhere wearing a costume his mom had made him for something and enjoyed scaring a few people. So he continued the game for a good while. It pretty well freaked him out when the Silver Bridge fell, though, and he quit.
When the sculptor was making the statue of the Mothman, my dad's aunt offered to let him meet "The Mothman." He wanted to do the piece according to his imagination, though, lol.
The locals around Gallipolis and Pt. Pleasant have a lot of stories about Chief Cornstalk. I really need to go up there and talk to them at length sometime and collect the tales.
