To our dear Annie: I believe today is your birthday. I remember well the day you were born as I discovered Dr. Coulston's fancy car, probably the only Cadillac in Powell, was not parked behind their clinic when I went on my mandatory walk down town at noon. You bring a smile and a cheerful word and an infectious laugh whenever we see you. We know you have had your share of trials but you have borne them graciously and without complaint. We honor you on this day and we all wish we were there to share your birthday cake, watch you blow out the candles, and sing Happy Birthday to you. Just imagine it. It's done. We did it. Love from your adoring sisters and brothers.