Recluse Reached Out

Thanks, Mark.

Meg Kissinger: I knew that Jim Hankin was dead before the medical examiner came out of the house to ask me to identify the body.

Jim hadn't answered his phone for a week. And he didn't come to the door when I went to his house Saturday.

But that wasn't the tip-off.

Jim was a recluse, a modern-day hermit who lived in a house so crammed with old tin cans and piles of newspaper that even a cat would have a hard time slinking into some of the rooms.

Quirky.

Odd.

Sometimes annoying.

Surprisingly sweet.