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Smell Cincinnati’s Mill Creek on a summer day and you know why the Greeks invented a river ride to the underworld for their putrefying dead. The Creek runs by Procter and Gamble and the old pig-rending factories, and carries such a brew of effluents that part of the bed is now a cement-paved trough. On one side of the Creek is I-75 that bisects the city and puts its own toxins into the air from the traffic flow. On the other side of the Creek are railroad tracks and Spring Grove Avenue, four lanes of exhaust-spewing diesels heading toward the interstate from the industrial lowlands of the Queen City. Between the car lots and equipment rental stores of Winton Place and the car lots and used-tire stores of Northside is Spring Grove Cemetery, the largest private cemetery in the country and one of the city’s foremost tourist attractions.