I’d like to imagine that whichever Kokomo, Ind. resident (not to be confused with the place the Beach Boys are singing about) who is dropping valuable gold coins into a Salvation Army kettle every year for the past five is the kind of person who lives in a ramshackle house on the edge of town where the kids can’t help but peer in the windows and wonder. Is this a hermit with a heart of gold and the coins to match? [More]
