Pete's an 11 year-old boy growing up in the rural South. It's 1962, a time when cotton was king and agriculture was the primary industry. Cotton picking was split between machine and man. A farmhand named Isaac delivers news of a tragic accident involving Pete's father.
I too was raised to revere cotton. It was the bread and butter of our little town. To this day I can recall seeing little planes spraying noxious smelling poison to kill boll weevils.
I too was raised to revere cotton. It was the bread and butter of our little town. To this day I can recall seeing little planes spraying noxious smelling poison to kill boll weevils.