As a youngster (I am now 70), we lived in Shreveport but my grandparents,
David Asberry McKinnon and Nora Campbell McKinnon lived in Prescott. Most
trips to Prescott were for a Reunion or Funeral. My father would take me to Cornish Funeral Home to see Old Mike. My grandfather told me that he was a drifter and was found dead in the park near East Main St., on a park bench, just the other side of the railroad tracks. No one ever claimed the body. I was grown before the State made them bury him. I thought he was a black man but he was not. He looked a whole lot like an Indian and stood in a big pine box.