Prune picker

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, March 2, 2012

Old Glory. Seven stories high.

Yesterday I was at the VA Hospital in Shreveport. I was having an orientation about an esophagogastroduoenoscopy (EGD). I was on the seventh floor. Out the window I saw the flag flying.


I thought, surely the pole is not seven stories high. The pole must be based on a nearby roof. Not so.


The base was on the ground right in front of the main entrance to the hospital. The pole must be almost a hundred feet tall. What a pole!. It did not seem to sway at all.



It was a nice day for flag pictures. My heart went pitter-pat.




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