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, February 2, 2011
Another picture of Sophie
Sophie shares a lap with Lola.
I am having a great flight. An aisle seat with an empty middle seat! It is like first class. The flight to Atlanta is supposed be only 3 hours and 20 minutes. What a snap!