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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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Right front door, ouch!

Late in September I was parked in the space next to the one I am parked in as shown in pic. A truck smashed the right rear of my car. After three weeks in the shop and a new door, my car looked like new. Today a truck sideswiped my car. I will need a new right front door and another week in the shop.

Should I park some where else in the future?

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1 comment:

  1. I was feeling bad today because my car battery was dead when I was leaving for work and then my crown fell out after being reglued just two weeks ago, but I would say that my day was better than yours! Did the driver stop?


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