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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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Trip day 15. See you in 7.

Next Tuesday Nancy and I fly out of Paris. Nancy will fly non stop to Los Angeles. I will fly to Heathrow/London, from there to Dallas, from Dallas to Shreveport. I am scheduled to arrive in Shreveport at 10:25 pm. On Wednesday morning at 5 am I expect to be at Jefferson Corner hugging Rhonda. Gee, I hope that she works that day.

This is Tuesday which is my vital statistics check in day. I only have my steps available. Last week I walked 48000 steps or 21.8 miles or an average of 3.1 miles per day. Well today I outdid myself! While my daughter, Nancy Ann rested her body with a broken rib in the hotel room I went on a all day tour bus trip. In the morning was a trip to the Mont St Michael Abbey. In the afternoon was a D-day Beaches tour. I got a little bit mixed up at Mont St Michael and walked some extra steps. But here is the total for the day. 17000 steps or 7.7 miles! Boy am I stiff and sore. I have been training for months for the trip and I believe that it paid off in being able to make it to the top of Mont St Michael.


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