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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Thursday, July 21, 2011
The other day I said that I loved Rhonda Blakley like a daughter. That was wrong. Rhonda is too young to be my daughter. So I love her like a grand daughter. I have some wonderful grand daughters. I love them all very much.