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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Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Two new right side doors.
Rhonda of the Jefferson Corner Liars Club has offered to let me park in back (Both accidents took place when I was parked in front.) and she would walk me in to be sure I was safe. I am going to be brave and park again in front. It can not happen a third time!
Posted by Chuck Monson at 5:15 PM