Big Time

Anna made the Messenger-Inquirer, the local Owensboro paper!

I came home for lunch on Friday, and she warned me there might be something coming in the paper. She told me how on her morning run - during a light drizzle - a man proceeded to drive by Anna in a truck, then pulled over and got out with a camera. As Anna ran towards this unknown (and by this time seemingly psychotic) man, he began taking pictures. For some reason still ran towards him and not away from him. Eventually, he introduced himself as a journalist (so this is how Marshall must seem to some) in search of a good picture. He was kind enough to let Anna continue her run, although he did drive ahead of her and get a couple of more candid shots. Later on Friday, he called to get Anna and Wyatt's names.

That's how it all happened. And today we got a kind call from Jonathan that Anna was indeed in the paper. When we went to the grocery store a few more people recognized her. One of the butchers told Anna she was the second famous person he's met; the other was John Wayne. Anna and the Duke! This is fabulous. Tomorrow, Anna is sure to get a hero's welcome at church.

The only down part: Anna is quoted as saying, "My husband and I have thought about running a half marathon." Which, of course, binds me to this. This half marathon thing was suppose to be a personal matter between Anna and I; now it's public knowledge.

All else is well in O-town. It rained here again last night. I don't think our lawn has been dry since we moved in to this house. It's a permanent humidor, which must be why they always had such good fun growing tobacco here.

Cheers,

Wes