While in college, I began carrying around a notebook in which I entered the type, time and situation that involved the coincidence. Jill had gotten a part time job a couple of months after we settled down in a fairly decent apartment about a half hour's drive to my job.
The half hour would become more like an hour once the cold, dead hand of winter took hold of the city.
The following day I made two costly phone calls; the first to Allie in Arkansas, and after hearing her out, a second to a local private detective agency specializing in divorces.
On a vacation trip to Arkansas I had the great good fortune to meet, then quickly court and marry a lovely girl by the name of Jill. All that remained was to live happily ever after and leave behind our progeny.
Be advised that college left an indelible impression on yours truly that manifests itself often in my choice of words.
Like most people who are burdened with the need to make a living, there is precious little time left for silent contemplation except for those few minutes one spends on the porcelain throne in the morning or whatever time one's bowels choose to move.
Strange as it may seem, my moments of contemplation focused on coincidences. Little did I realize that my harmless hobby would soon take over my life and drive me in directions that I could never have imagined.
She warned me that Jill had been quite the playgirl when she was younger and was leaving the small town in which they had been raised under a cloud.