This time of the year, I always relate everything to hurricanes, football, cotton picking, and the 1951 playoff game between the Brooklyn Dodgers and the New York Giants.
Recently, I rode through the countryside in northern Madison County, east of Georgia Highway 106 and saw a small cotton patch where there will, soon enough, be a mechanical cotton picker doing work that for so many years was done by hand.
There are no burlap cotton sacks anymore, which means there are no cotton pickers who toil in the hot sun and live with a lingering backache. I immediately flashbacked to the fifties when a father with a grade school education wanted his offspring to get an education.