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
I forgot to include Sophie, Nancy's pug in my list of California friends. I do not want to hurt her feelings. Here she is. She is a sweet old lady.
I am sitting at airport gate. I board in a few minutes. 33 degrees is the high in Shreveport today. I am scheduled to get there at nine pm. Burr!