Weird Morning

      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?