We were a bit surprised last month when our neighbors came running over with a copy of the National Enquirer. Who reads that newspaper?? Ruth and Mark say they got it from a relative who happened upon it in their break room at work. Not a newspaper my company keeps in our break room.
We were even more surprised when they flipped it open to pages 18 and 19. There he was, somewhere between Arnold and Anthony... my husband, Dale Price. You'd think they'd broken the story, and they really could've made it good... "Man caught with his shorts around his ankles, waving at the bus." But no, this time the headline read: "Dad's Crazy About His Kid!" Not really something to be ashamed of. Yes, they simply regurgitated the story that was originally told by our local papers and news stations. Nevertheless, "you know you've made it big when..."
Fame and fortune don't always go together. In Dale's case, he got a little fame, but we're still waiting on the fortune.
|Dale didn't make the cover|
|But the National Enquirer did call him CRAZY (6/27/11)|