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, February 20, 2012
Have you ever felt loved?
Often when I go over to John and Kerry's after dinner these two greet me.
They are Felix the cat and Midnight the dog. They usually make up to me and let me scratch and pet them.
They also love each other. I enjoy watching them nuzzle each other.