||Wwhen I was 2 years old I begged my father to take me to California to live. He said he would if I helped him drive. I had a great time on the Grapevine Grade coming down on Highway 99 going down into the San Joaquin valley at the maximum speed of @ 35 MPH. As soon as we got into California my Dad bought a sack of Navel oranges. From the back my brother and I threw out most of the oranges. Spanking #1. On to Bakersfield and a job on Hoover Farm. Some people think I'm a liar but I think I just have a lot of BS from my birth in Paducah, TX. We visited and I was so upset I cried because all of the fruit pickers and workers were from Texas and I wanted to see some prunepickers. They didn't exist.