Prune picker

This is the blog site of an old man. As a native Californian I call myself a prune picker. I live in a fifth wheel trailer. My front door is 25 steps from my daughter’s front door in the Piney Woods of North Louisiana. My blogs are often silly and or trivial, and some times educational and serious. I hope that some are interesting. None are long.

Preparing these blogs seems to fill a need in my life. I am compelled to do it. It helps fill the time until I die. I always have a job to do.

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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