Don McCorkle has sort of “unearthed” some tales about old Milt Chaney and his tavern at the intersection of 521 and 75.
Ghostly apparitions are bound to appear if all the folklore has any substance. I guess Milt kept the light on for early travelers in passing stagecoaches.
I, as a boy, visited the site when the old inn was still a crumbling shack. To tell the truth, it didn’t grab me as something highly unusual. We didn’t have those electronic metal detectors, but did our best to scrape around for gold pieces.