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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Monday, September 12, 2011
When I left Zanesville, Ohio this morning I drove by the Zane Grey Museum. Darn! It was not open yet. You remember Zane? He wrote "Riders of the Purple Sage"