I spent yesterday in Mooresville, Ind. interviewing John Dillinger’s nephew Mike Thompson and his great-nephew Jeffrey Scalf, the owner of the Dillinger trademark. They had more stories than I have a use for but I thought this one was worth sharing. One morning in 1970, Mike heard a knock on the door when he was getting out of the shower. “I got blue jeans on, no socks, no shirt, and I got a towel hanging around me,” he said, but he answered the door anyway. Two men stood on the porch facing the street. They turned around when they heard the door open and Mike found himself moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas – he was face to face with Rod Serling. “He even had the cigarette in his hand,” Thompson said. “I was so stunned I left ‘em on the front porch of the house” when he went in to call his mother, Dillinger’s youngest sister Francis. Serling was there along with Dillinger buff Joe Pinkston to shoot segments for a special on Dillinger, but it took Mike a while to convince his mother, and friends he called later, that the man behind “The Twilight Zone” was standing on his doorstep.