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, January 25, 2011
Trip #2 to Does. As good as I remembered from Trip #1.
A crew of four assembled at Jefferson Corner.
A driver with car volunteered. He had a nice car and was well insured.
The new bridge over the Mississippi at Greenville helped. The trip from Ruston to Does Eat Place is 145 miles and takes 3 hours each way. But the meal is worth it.
We found Does Eat Place (established in 1941). It was not as busy as our last trip.
The man on the left is an armed guard.
We entered through the kitchen.
The flames are above the steaks. This makes it handy to catch the juice and pour it back over the steaks.
The four gentlemen from the Jefferson Corner Liars Club are waiting for their steaks. They are Roger Shelby, Skip Russell, Chuck Monson, and John Roebuck.