I'm officiating at a wedding in June.
The bride's name is Tegan--the same as one of my grand-daughters in Baltimore.
The only other Tegan I've met.
Even weirder, Tegan's (the bride) god-father is Jim Bradley.
Very strange, I'd say.
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