| It's
a raw, snowy afternoon in February 2001. Two inches are on the
midway outside Monster Motel. |
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| John
Bowen, an owner of Whalom Park, leans against a chain link fence
that protects a spooky scene. |
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| "You know," he sighs, "we had to fence all these in to protect
them from vandals. We didn't think we'd have that problem. |
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| But we did. We knew that
the other parks had those problems, but we thought
we were different." |
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Above:
John Bowen examines one of the more recent stunt figures.
Left: The remnants of the control console, with switches for the
barrel, spinning disk and airholes. |
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