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, January 14, 2011
Gang of Four.
These guys hang out down the street. Nice guys. They do not chase cars or bark at you. The big yellow lab looks just like Charlie. Charlie lived next door until he died last summer. Charlie was a sweet guy and would visit me most every day.
Posted by Chuck Monson at 9:52 AM