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Next time you and the fam are vacationing in sunny Westford, Mass., make sure you bring the brood to the town’s public library. Tucked in the shadowy reaches of the children’s section, you’ll discover a dusty shelf dedicated to well-worn picture books about the unexplained, the supernatural…the monsters. I spent many a rainy childhood afternoon in this spooky little nook, alternating peeks at a blurry Sasquatch with nervous glances at glowing grade-school crush Liza Benedict, who sat 10 tables away tittering with her friends. Sasquatch or Liza: I’m still not sure which one I liked more. These days, my hero, Washington City Paper contributing writer Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa, makes me feel as if maybe I wasn’t such a twisted tyke after all. In the new Son of Bigfoot, the local playwright puckishly blends romantic comedy with the macabre, revealing the pairing to be as natural as a hirsute man-beast hopping over logs in the forest. Look for Liza when the curtain goes up at 8 p.m. at the Source Theatre, 1835 14th St. NW. $10 (proceeds benefit the AIDS Marathon). (202) 518-5854. (Sean Daly)