This has been a weird morning. How weird?
Try this. Tam has been renting my attic since 2008. We knew each other for at least a year before that. We've told one another most of our good stories.
A few of mine involved a high school classmate, a cheerleader who had not-inconsiderable academic abilities and little interest in pursuing them.
A few of Tam's involved a woman about ten years older than her with the same common first name as my classmate, who managed a small neighborhood business in Tam's home town. She had been married and divorced or widowed. And she passed away relatively young several years ago, in a home accident.
This morning, looking up this woman's obituary on a whim, we discovered my classmate and Tam's acquaintance with the same first name were, in fact, the same person, married, moved and single again but still using her ex-husband's last name.
Okay, it's a small world, but that small?
BUILDING A 1:1 BALUN
2 years ago
It’s a small world, but I wouldn’t want to have to paint it.
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