Beating a weird, coincidence horse

I believe it was asometime in the summer of 2001, a few weeks after I moved into my firstapartment, my phone rang.  I answered it,and a guy says, “Hey Steve, it’s Tom.”I didn’t know anyToms, so I asked, “Who?”He replied, “Tom,”slightly angrily. I took a momentand thought.  I had gone to school with aTom, but I hadn’t spoken to him in a decade or so, and there was no way he