prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Monday, April 14, 2014

(Wireline 23) Time out for the birth of Michael Kevin Monson.

July 4, 1956. What a day. My fourth child and second son Mike was born in Santa Maria, California. What a guy! The apple of my eye. We have had a lot of good times. A couple not so good. That has been true of all four of my children. I guess that I am not always lovable.

Mike has brought lots of interesting things into my life. Mountain men, car races,  track meets, and tough fiction writing. He is a very good writer. He is concentrating on fiction. I wish him much success.

Mike has made a big change in his life. It is fascinating. For years he had lived in Modesto and commuted to San Francisco. 2 1/2 to 3 hours each way. He worked as a paralegal for a large law firm. Recently he and his wife have moved to Kona, Hawaii. Three time zones to the left! I think that is exciting.


Mike, his little girl Lilly, and his big brother Chris.


Mile and his sister Kerry.


Same pair a little younger.



Looks like a movie star.


Crime/Noir author.


The group. Kerry, Nancy, Mike, and Chris.

Jackie and I were in a hurry for Mike to be born so that we could move to Newhall. I drove Jackie over rough oilfield roads to shake her up. I guess it worked. He was born the next day.



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