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Leave it to my sister to ask the scarey questions like "Where is the world's largest ball of twine/string?"

I was a little disappointed that there aren't more oddities in my state. I can think of a few local oddities right off the top of my head, but I'm not sure they're really wierd enough to be grouped with this bunch of things this site has collected. For instance, there was this old man who used to dress himself, his big fluffy white cat, his yard and his glass-front living room up to look like Santa Claus and Santa's House, etc. Guy actually played Santa out of his own home for years. Hundreds of people in my hometown would come visit him and things. He died a few years ago and his wife and son keep up the charade for him, letting that fluffy white cat wander through the display the man used to occupy... Like some fuzzy little reminder of Christmas Past. Then there's the old lady who had hub-caps all over her house and lawn, the house with the demonic topiary, ...

and not to be completely side-tracked and disgusting... But doesn't it strike one that the "tracks" in moose tracks icecream is kind of a nasty idea? I mean, really - They aren't talking about hoofprints. We're eating an icecream with chocolate chunks in it that are meant to represent moose droppings and we do so without blinking an eye about it, but if it was called "moose spoor" I doubt we'd be so jolly about spooning it down. The true question is... Who's idea was this? To put fake moose poo in icecream?!
(2-21-02)

oh! oh! later in the day here, i've stumbled onto another site of
wierd shite in Kentucky!! Now -that- makes me feel better!! Also, after looking around on roadside's site a little more, i realized that they found 71 oddities in Kentucky, but it occured to me that they compeletely forgot about some of the attractions in Carter Caves like Bat Cave or Lover's Leap... Wish their website was working right now, but this one I found of a camp fieldtrip reminded me of all those sweaty, bright summers just before school was over when they would herd us all into Carter Caves for some state discovery.