It is August 26 and Ann's birthday. This is number seventy-five and counting. She is already out of bed and getting ready to travel. We plan to go to Midlothian and see family. Lee hopes to come over. Jeanne Warren and Charlie are coming. Monna Miller. That is the kind of birthday Ann enjoys. I am not looking forward to the 300 mile drive but will endure it.
Plans are to be back late Saturday so I can meet my responsibility at Taft on Sunday. We are on the road again. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, Dear Ann. Happy birthday to you! (And many more)"
