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, January 27, 2012
4 seconds to play, we were behind one point!
Guess what. We won by one point. We had it out, passed in, and made a two pointer. This is Fresno's last game in the WAC in Ruston and they had a hard loss.
These guys work hard.
So do these guys.
Lots of fingers pointing up when we won.
I do not understand why it was only a three tuba game. It seemed more important than that. The band had to play and sing "oh Lord, it is hard to be humble".