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 16, 2011
The pigeons of the Grove Street Cemetery.
When I first entered the cemetery I noticed a yellow peace sign on the sidewalk. It turns our that it was made of birdseed. I noticed the birds on top of the gate.
Then they gathered on the birdseed.
And really gathered.
It was a sight when they were scared off.
The man at the cemetery said they had been feeding the birds for 35 years.