Article by W. Clay Crook-
Humid. It was only 82 degrees when I walked from the pull off towards the Mills Darden gravesite, but the sun was scorching. The circle drive is decayed, and the two tall cedar posts that marked the entrance to the park leaned sluggishly against each other. Passing under them, the sun disappeared, and my eyes had to readjust to the darkness of the woods. The concrete picnic table and the chained garbage were barely visible through the growth. Twenty years ago, there was a nice picnic area with a trail that lead up to the right at an oblique to the gravesite of one of the world’s largest men, not only in girth and in weight, but…
For the complete story, see the June 6th edition of The Lexington Progress.