Prune picker

Prune picker is a Depression Era term for a native Californian. It was not a complement. In the thirties when I was a boy there were times that I was the only prune picker in a group. Everyone else had been born somewhere else.

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Friday, April 23, 2010

The 3 dogs in my life.

From the top. The yellow lab is Charlie. He lives next door but loves to visit. In dog years he is older than I am. The black lab is Midnight. He is middle aged. Just recently sprouted gray around his muzzle. He lives with my daughter Kerry and her husband John. He is a sweet guy. He tries hard to keep all the birds and cats out of the backyard. He thinks that is his duty. The little white dog is Mister. He is the boss of the three dogs. He is not very sweet but is loyal. The bottom picture is of a meeting held on my porch.
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