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, September 30, 2011
Jerusalem Ridge Bluegrass Celebration. Day three.
More great music. The sun however drove me to look for shade. I took a nap in my air conditioned car. They have golf carts and busses running to and from the parking and RV areas. It is almost always a big friendly visit to ride the bus or carts. The drivers are all volunteer and are very happy and friendly.
Traffic and attendance is growing.
Other scenes of the third day.
Today is the fourth day of the festval and is my last day. I will miss Days 5 and 6. I am driving to Ruston on Saturday.