Annette Troha
None of us could remember Annette, so at the dinner on Saturday, I went cruising for classmates, and who should nab me? Annette! As I'm walking past her table she grabs my attention and asks me if I remembered David Dodson. Actually, I did remember David, since the little bully beat me up after school when I was in the 7th grade. Annette and David were neighbors. It turns out that Annette left in '61, so none of us had a picture. But, we still claim her as our own.